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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


soul mates- asta

it was on a sunday. or on a saturday? let me think about… well, it doesn't really matter but i'm pretty sure it was on a sunday. i was experiencing a lonely life in the woods, and used to start each day with an early morning walk… i was walking around, a bit lost in my reflexions, when i saw this tiny character, progressing fast for its size and mumbling things i couldn't hear. the perfect image of a busy little person. what a surprise! in my fatuity, i thought i was the only inhabitant of the place…

the morning after and the next days, i was very attentive and tried to see the little creature. but i was alone and finally almost believed it was the fruit of my imagination… 

when one day, i saw her — or was it a he? — by the river. i can't explain why i was so fascinated. wasn't it just a child? probably a family i didn't noticed before, living on another part of the woods… 

something amazing was emanating from her. actually, i couldn't help and was thinking of it as a she! fluid movements? tiny voice? or just because it reminded me so hard of the little girl we lost fifty years ago? she looked both so young and so wise, so happy and so serious…

the little creature was fishing. fishing? ha! that's what i first thought. i came closer on the tip of my toes, and yes, she was face to face with a fish. can you believe it? the fish was smiling and she was telling it a story!

can you imagine the scene? an old philosopher squatting in the grass and trying to spy a pixie! it was just ridiculous and i felt so relieved when she finally vanished in the glade.

i must confess i wasn't feeling very well during the next weeks. obviously, i considered pixies belonged to old wives tales, and i was torn between what i saw and what my reason was telling me. 

— do you know i have two soul mates, the now well-known little voice asked me by an early morning?
GASP! i almost had an heart-attack. i don't believe she noticed anything and continued "i never met them, but i'm sure they do exist somewhere. i have two soul mates and they can understand me like i can understand them."

i was drinking my first cup of tea and the last thing i was expecting was a chitchat about soul mates with a pixie! but i heard my voice asking "how do you know you have two soul mates? do you have some evidence of their existence or do you just feel you have soul mates?"

— well, my mind's made up by the way that i feel. and i feel it in my fingers, i feel it in my toes, she laugh! seriously, sir, i don't mind about proof nor evidence. if i feel i have two soul mates, it means they do exist for me and it doesn't matter if they don't exist for you or for the rest of the world! soul mates are very personal, you know sir…

and she left. at least, she was not embarrassed with old-fashioned conveniences…

hmmm, my breakfast was ruined and i'd need more than a morning walk to digest this little conversation…
what did she mean with soul mate? and why two? some modern times 3-D thing? my old life looked suddenly so heavy, so vain and lonely…

i secretly named her asta. she was both a tiny wooden goddess, innocence & knowledge, and filled with such an extraordinary vitality…

this day, i saw my funny little one first and didn't want to miss a little talk with her. 

— tell me everything about your soul mates, asta, i said.
— oh sir, there is nothing to say, they are part of me and i'm part of them. it's private! have you seen ernestito this morning? ernestito! my mosquito! did you see him?

i stumbled. a mosquito? didn't i kill a mosquito last night? i just couldn't remember. suddenly, i saw myself as a murder, an old impenitent mosquito killer, a dangerous ignorant, a barbarian. of course mosquitos had families and friends…

— ernestito is my friend. he is my best friend. i saw immediately you have no friends, sir, that's why you look so old and so sad,
she said. do you know he's an orphan, ernestito? his father left as he was a newborn baby and his mother died in a bloodshed. we don't need words, i trust him and he trust me! ERNESTITO!!! here you are, sweet mosquito…

oh goodness, i couldn't believe i'd ever be so glad and relieved to see a mosquito!

days after days, i've been watching for the slightest movement in the woods, but no asta and no ernestito… life looked so dark. months passed and i decided to come back in my birth town, like salmons. i never saw them again. asta, ernestito, did i dream you? oh well, i have no proof of your existence, but…

Asta is part of an old project we have been plotting all together with my friends and colleagues Juliane and Fabs. You can read Chouko's and Thora'stories at
all three will be available for sale on Tuesday 14th of November.

Chouko:http://bjorkasa.bigcartel.comThora: Asta:


i don't know for you, human parents, but in pixies world,

i don't know for you, human parents, but in pixies world, i can swear triplets are something! 
every morning it's the same routine:
— childreeeeeen, are you ready?
— yes mom. sure mom. yes mom.

no surprise, ready means no shoes, no hats, no coats. and sometimes no sweater!
after five minutes, i feel very lucky when i see a hat on a head. obviously, sometimes it's the wrong hat on the wrong head. 

(please ilse-louise, put this hat on karl-eric's head. it's his gift from auntie agaric!)
alright, come on girls! 

five minutes later, i have three hats on three heads and i feel like a wonder mom! coats now! i don't know in human world, but sleeves get mysteriously obstructed during the night. (mommyyy, i'm stuck and my sleeve is blocked.) it's something you can't understand if you're over three. because those sleeves are back to a good behavior as soon i slip my hand in. this really happens against young persons!

oh yay! finally they have coats. and hats, and boots. i'm the queen of the world!

but what's the matter?
— mommy, mommy, liselotte yells, ilse-louise has something in her back and she don't want us to see it!
— nope, it's a secret. and a secret can't be a secret if i share it.
— show me!
— nope!
— karl-eric, catch her feet…
— i get her.

— so, what is it?
— oh nooo! what the hell? mommy, i waaaaant the saaame!
— the same what, my heart?
— i can't tell you mom, it's a secret! but i waaaant it!

Liselotte, the red hair little girl, will be available tonight in my Hyena shop. good luck and thanks for being here!



excited? oh, maybe a little! obviously, two little girls off for a whole week end in the countryside with no dads and no moms, you can imagine! well, of course they won't be completely alone, but with grand-parents, it's not the same… you are not obliged to eat spinach for example as long you say thank you and please at least once a sentence. and you can have butter AND jam on the same toast! 

— did i tell you where grandfather and grandmother live? Geneviève asks. in a very old manor with spiders and rats and holes in the floors…
— pah! Veronique says, not afraid of spiders nor rats.

— and the wind blows through the windows and bats live in the bedrooms…
— no afraid of bats neither! they eat moths and mosquitos…

— and once we even saw a dragon. or a dino, i don't remember i was very young…

— and… promise you won't repeat? we have a ghost! you don't tell to anybody, right?
a long long time ago, like thousand years ago, a man has been eaten up by a wolf in the basement. or a tiger, we don't exactly know. it's was on a cold winter. and the man was probably a hobo. or a thief. or just a curious guy. whatever, the monster ate him and we just found a few chewed bones…
obviously, nobody buried the poor man, and now he's desperately in search of his old body. you don't repeat, right? that man is A GHOST now!!! and he lives in my grandparents house! well, when i say 'lives'…

— but, Veronique asks, how do you know the ghost is not a woman?

after a long road trip, they finally arrive.
no ghost but 
tea, brioches and macaroons. 

no wolf but some sheep in a meadow.
no bats but maybe veronique's glasses are a bit dirty…

— i keep my socks tonight, Genevieve says, i don't want the ghost could tickle my feet.
— i keep my shoes, Veronique says, just to avoid to hurt my feet if i have to kick his ass…

— good night girls. don't turn the light off too late. have sweet dreams. don't let the bugs bed bite…

— are you sleeping?
— 'f course i'm not! we could have a sleepless night, it'd be funny…
— great idea. this way we won't miss the ghost!

— wake up, Genevieve yells the morning after! you fell asleep. have you seen the ghost?
— no ghost last night, i swear! just a skeleton chattering teeth. it was im-pres-sive!
and yes, maybe i slept for one minute or less, Veronique says, but YOU slept all the night.

— 'morning grandfather, Genevieve says. did you know we have a teeth chattering skeleton now? We heard it all long night.

— a skeleton? hahahaha, grandfather laughs. why not a ghost? hahahaha! don't repeat it, it was grandmother's snoring…

Genevieve and Veronique will be available tomorrow morning at 10 (EST)in my Hyena Cart store.