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goddesses and gods (puxies f to j)

we don't need to be a follower of the Adler theory to say second-born puxies are very different from first born puxies!
of course, some very inattentive people, some heedless husbands for example, could just ignore the obvious differences. 

now look at them. what do you see? dots! dots for everybody! this is the rule, the signature for second-born, and everybody must follow the rules — everybody except exceptions! Icaque don't wear dots because Icaque is antidoted! but it's an exception and basically, dots are the rule and nobody can't help.

this said, second-born puxies have a very tiny tendency to be shy. oh, just a little bit, but it's noticeable, sometimes. middle-children syndrome? they are so impressed by their elders! 
good thing is they are a bit more quiet. oh, just a very little bit, but this is always good to take… 

by the way, did i mention puxies are polytheists?
of course they venerate their mighty god (who actually is a goddess), their creator, in others words Me, but they also have a large bunch of very useful goddesses and gods. 

see the goddess of well behavior for example. you can't pronounce her name (because imagine dozens of puxies squealing your name hundred times a day, it would be exhausting for this poor goddess) but  if you fill her basket with some offerings (most of the time small toys or candies) she teaches you how to feel yourself in any circumstances. it's worth the effort!

some other gods are less demanding and don't need much offerings, but you'd better be careful and treat well the god of cookies, the goddess of wooden cars and nympheas of paperdolls!

as you can see, puxies are tree climbers. because a high spirituality in a high body… well, this is for sunny days. because on rainy days, they love to cuddle their mom, hug their mom, snuggle into mum's arms…

all of them? oh, griotte needs
 to cuddle her mom even on sunny days, hug her mom hundred times a day, snuggle into mum's arms all day long…

all different but all adorable…

and so much in common. 12". TLS hair. handknit felted hats, handknit shoes, dot shirts (except icaque) and corduroy bloomers, handknit neckwarmer… all made with natural materials and love.  

each one costs €320 + shipping fees.
you can try to adopt them right now by letting me a COMMENT HERE with your paypal address. for this reason, comments won't show and only me will be able to see them. don't forget to notify the NAME of your favorite. if you want to adopt more than one and start a collection, please ONE COMMENT PER DOLL (5 max.). I'll pick name on SATURDAY 2 of march at noon (est)
(shipping fees for international are €65 for the first doll + 15 for each extra doll).

thanks for visiting…







introduction to puxies world. from a to e

everybody knows i moved last fall in the mountains, in the far east of the country, in a land of sandstone, snow, old rocks and celtic traditions. 
the perfect place for little creatures… not really pixies (they aren't naked nor badly dressed), not exactly pucks (they keep their form, don't worry!), but small, noisy, messy with strong personality, I call them Puxies, obviously.

let's talk about puxies' world. oh, it's a very logical univers, no surprise. 

for example, the oldest has a name starting with an "A", and the youngest will be named with a "Z". we think is most comfortable for everybody.

here is Amande. the elder. 
the first born. nobody has to ask, this is immediately obvious. amande takes class of "bossiness" (bossy-tude?) with yoko. it's a good pupil. Amande is a rebel and can't stand braids!

number two is Bergamote. a funny little one, addicted to happy colors and vitamin C… you can't keep your grumpy mood with such a baby!

oh did i mention there are supposed to be twenty-six, if everything goes well…

talking about names, after several debates with my staff, I decided to give them all names of fruits. "because they are a kind of combo between pucks and pixies", you are thinking, creatures of the fields, woods, bush, etc.

well, you are not wrong, but to be honest (i'm very new to fields, prairies, etc.), fruit names evoke nature, trees, gardens, slow life, sweet tastes, traditions, baking and old homes: above everything very politically correct things, right?
can you imagine little creatures named "kerosene" "nitrate" or "NH3"? i do, but maybe i'd be the only one… fruits seemed most consensual and fashionable. 

so, that's why we name this one Châtaigne. don't worry, it's not a terrible rascal, it's just a kid… 

a few days after Chataigne, Durian decided to be born. this one is a very shy puxie, loving arms and cuddles and knees, etc. you know the style… 

last of the week but not least, Eglantine. red hat, dark hair, ready for no good whatever the hour and your wishes. beware…

All different.
but so much in common. 12". TLS hair. handknit felted hats, handknit shoes, dresses and granny panties… all made with natural materials and love. collars. of course collars, our five older wears collars. it's their distinctive mark. 

each one costs €320 + shipping fees.
you can try to adopt them right now by letting me a COMMENT HERE with your paypal address. for this reason, comments won't show and only me will be able to see them. don't forget to notify the NAME of your favorite. if you want to adopt more than one and start a collection, please ONE COMMENT PER DOLL (5 max.). I'll pick name on SATURDAY 16 of february at noon (est)
(shipping fees for international are €65 for the first doll + 15 for each extra doll).

thanks for visiting… 


all we need

Ermentrude and Fabiola are best friends forever… they fight everyday, make up everyday. Just like best friends do.

— Good morning, madame Trude. 

— Good morning, madame Fabs. 

Today, they pretend they are ladies walking their babies.
— Oh goodness, your baby Biltrude is such a big girl now!
— Ha! she can say "mama" and almost can sit, Ermentrude says proudly.

— My Ramona is a very smart baby: she climbs wooden piles and can almost read!, Fabs answers.

— LIAR! you helped her climbing the pile! 
Look at my sister, she also can stay on a log!

— whatever, if your parents see Biltrude on a log they'll be very mad at you!
— and if YOUR parents see Ramona on the wooden pile you'll be in big troubles!

Before they could properly fight, arrived Thea. "Hi girls, may I play with you, pleaaaase? i'm so bored at home".

- Impossible, Fabs says. You don't have a baby.— It's our rule, Ermentrude adds. You can't play with us without a baby.
— Oh, please, we could pretend i'm the daycare director…
— Sorry but rules are rules! Find a baby to enter our team.

Poor Thea. She has no sister, no brother, no cousins, her parents are too old and her neighbors are… Ermentrude and Fabiola!

Happily, Thea is a smart girl! And ten minutes later, she comes back holding the cutest baby ever!

— Oh my God, he's so cute! Where have you found such a sweet baby? 

— At the catholic church! he was so tiny and so cold, lying naked in the dark with no blanket in an antic cradle, surrounded by plaster parents…

Thea! Don't tell us you stole baby Jesus?

Poor Thea cries! "I'd never stole him! He called me by my name and what else could I do? He chose me as a big sister and wonderful friend: "Thea, Thea, be my sister and love me as you would like to be loved!" he murmured. I couldn't let him naked in the dark in an old cradle surrounded by plaster parents."

— True!
Spit on the floor and swear you'll take care of him and love him forever. You can enter the team.
But, are you telling us your baby already speaks?

All six will be available on december 8 at 10 am EDT in my shop



(Reine. 2012)


at this point of my journey into doll creating, i'm visiting the past. oh, it's usually not at all my style, i'm known to be a "don't look back person"… 
but it happens i'm moving soon and have to pack many of the wooly people living here. when i say many, i mean more than hundred for sure. they don't all belong to me, most of them are my children's, and many were made before i was a professional doll creator. 

whatever, most of them have been loved, and still are, even if most of my kids are not so young now…

(some of the babies living here. 2009-2011)

of course, packing dolls takes the eternity. first, you have to explain them what is happening. then you check all their outfits, wash them, iron them, sew some most actual dresses, and chat with each of them. how could i since they don't all have ears and some even don't show any mouth? ha! at least they all have a soul and it's easy to understand each other. ears are not the essential in life, right?

precisely, i've been struck by their "soul", resulting from the innocence of the pattern, its precision and the alea.
(Viggo & Liv. 2013)

that's where the idea of "creation" comes, very different to me of the concept of "making". making is based upon technique and savoir-faire. creating comes from a necessity. no contingency here. technique, savoir-faire, tradition, care, etc. are tools and I use them to express my feelings and emotions, letting talk id and enjoying accidents, fears of the maker. 

that's how my wooly little ones come to life. the life I infuse them, the life you give them by loving them… who ever you are, silent visitor, active supporter, dolls collector, friend, i just thank you for being there!



— yes audr, i can read your future but you must bring me a pig. gods talk to me through their gut, there's no other way.

— sing a lullaby to make him sleep, I wouldn't like to hurt this baby!

— here we are. gosh, how many meters does he have? OHLALA!!! Audr, do you see what i see?
— mmmm, i just see bloody gut. tell me Gudrun, i can't wait to know!
— you'll marry a king!
— but an old king. and fat. and stinky. and he'll kill all your brothers.

— gudrun, please, tell me what you see. i need to know the details.
— he'll cut their head. with an axe. oh no, he'll also use his teeth for the third one. okay, your brothers are like plague, but it's rude… 
OOOOOh, your nasty husband, i see him, i see him… he tries to cut your head now!

Good for him, you kill him! good riddance!

— tell me more gudrun, it's so exciting…

— ah, you marry a very rich man. a jarl. or another king. he seems in love with you. Oh, his name is Harald. Harald sharp teeth.
NOOOO! he eats the ten children you had with the other king… it's a VAMPIRE!
— TEN KIDS? is there something to do to escape this future? i don't want TEN children.

let me think about! there is a possibility. it can be very dangerous, but it's the only thing. you drink this, you sleep for a while and you wake up in another period. how long would you like? 1183 years? wow! that's a long nap! you'll have to drink a whole cup. call me if you have some problems.

— you, idiot! you'll be dead in 1183 years… you'd rather come with me. we'll have fun.

capes and hats… some winters can be very cold. ready for a sleep?

years passed. centuries passed. and indeed a little red hair opens an eye:
— Gudrun? wake up gudrun, it's D-day!

it worked! Gudrun can't believe it worked! this is unbelievable! we are the same in a new world! exactly the same, except…
OH MY GODS, our dresses turn into those ridiculous outfits! happily nobody knows us!

Audr (or Audur after 1183 sleepy years) and Gudrun are in my shop


while mom is at the hair-dresser…

mom feels exhausted today. don't ask why, she just needs an hour for herself. sure, she loves her little girls, she adores them, but… well, she just needs… oh yes, she needs to go to the hairdresser!
the girls are so excited and it's such a noisy happy dance here. mom lets them watch at the christmas shop windows in main street. yes they'll be calm and polite and won't run and will stay together and won't talk to people they don't know and will text mom every ten minutes and yes they'll be at the tea-room in an hour, be there or beware!

— hey, look at the doll in the window. she has the same dress as yours, isborg! hahaha, you are dressed like a doll!
— shut up, yoko! oh geez, look at her, she blinks!
— what? who? the doll? does she really blink? oh geez yes, it looks like morse code! Edmee Rose, do you remember morse code? can you tell us? i take notes

 .. —. . . —.. — ——— .——. . .

oh my god, she needs to pee! it means she's not a doll!
— why? dolls also need to pee. that's why beds are wet sometimes.
— it never happened to me, yoko says, because hubert is a bear and not a doll!

— stop it, girls! we must help this gal to escape from that shop window! she's in red, isborg and I, we are also in red. okay, here is the plan: the red team, we are in charge of the doll. two or three red is the same for adults.
yoko, you'll ask the seller something twisted and impossible. during this time, Edmee you'll mess the shop. i mean REALLY mess it, not just a bit like our room! then you run like chicken and hide outside. get it?
let's go? yoko first!

— good afternoon, sir. i would like to buy a Barbie Zombie with just one eye. i saw one on the internet and i'd love her with her green face and pink scare. oh no! do you have a vampire Ken? neither! so i'm interested by this duck. is she a girl? what's her name? is she cotton or natural duck fur? is she a zombie duck? 

edmee is overdoing herself: she's methodically messing the shop — keeping her well known innocent smile just in case — and mixing wooden blocks with cars, vintage dolls and alphabets. nice job, edmee rose!

— #@#!!$*ù`@@&@ WHAT THE HELL is she doing? have you seen the mess that girl is… where is she? where is she?

and during this time, three little girls are promptly leaving the shop…

and they run run run. Home! finally! just in time, because you remember the morse message…

— by the way, my name is inga and i'm not a doll. pirates kidnapped me and sold me to this nasty toy shop owner! i'm so glad you studied morse!

very fast, Inga found the perfect outfits in mom's studio. 
— and a red hat, because it's almost christmas, she said.

hurry up, little girls, you know what mom said, and time flies. 

when mom arrives, so glad and relaxed with her hair finally done, she sees five happy girls, eating, singing, laughing and taking photos of this amazing afternoon.

i'm so proud of my quiet girls, mom thinks. look at those angels. and their friends are just perfection! it's really a good day!

Inga must leave to North Pole on sunday (her parents live there, maybe you've heard of her dad, he uses to wear a red hood coat…). that's why she has a warm coat and hood made with real false polar bear fur. 

she'll be available in my store on saturday december 9th at noon EDT