I think I mentioned before that the first of these was made for a former co-worker, who had an African neighbor who took care of her granddaughter. When the woman prepared to return home, my friend asked for a piece of her clothing and asked me to make a doll so that her granddaughter would always remember her.
They're fun to make, and I love the colors and prints of the fabrics. I've found a few bits in thrift stores, in addition to using the leftovers from the first doll, but most of these were from remnants provided by sewing friends.
These tend to sell better online than in person, for some reason. I sold one last fall at an outdoor event - a little girl fell in love with the doll, and was starting a spectacular meltdown when her grandfather told her she couldn't have it. She didn't understand why, but when I looked at him, I did.
His wife looked from the doll to me to the granddaughter, and elbowed him in the ribs. "Give her the doll," she said. "She's growing up in a different world than we did, and there's no point in trying to stop it."
I think he would have liked to try, but the women - his wife, his granddaughter, the doll and me - won out in the end.
And though I admit I didn't like why he didn't want to buy the doll for her, I give credit where it's due. He knew his wife was right. That little girl is growing up in a different world, and there isn't anything he can do to stop it.