Imogen, a natural fiber art doll ready to play.
Imogen is an all natural fiber art doll, and she is looking for a kind family who can take her out to find dead snails. If you are up to the challenge, come on in.
Imogen, my darling, has been a true joy to create, and a massive pain in the neck. Truth be told, most dolls are like her, but I have this feeling as if I went through a bit of a growth spurt by making her. You know? where certain things that were dead easy before become such a massive struggle, you stop thinking about it and just let your hands move, and voila. The dolls change from then on. I am pretty sure whatever the change is it already took place a while ago, little by little, like it usually happens, but I have just felt it, just acknowledged it. Doll making is such an awesome art form, I can’t even begin to tell you.
Now that I have gotten all that off my chest, let’s talk about her. Yes! Because Imogen deserves (and will most certainly require) all your attention, she is NOT to be trusted. She gets up to a lot of mischief this one, who knows where she gets it from?. She calls herself “Mimogen: the outlaw”. I think she heard it on a movie or an audio book, mea culpa. I have been calling her Mimo, but she doesn’t seem to like it. Imogen is best when you are just getting to know her.
Wandering in the wicked green places. Imogen, a natural fiber art doll by Fig and Me. Wearing her gingham dress and dotted kerchief.
Mimogen loves dark and “wicked green” places. She looks for flowers everywhere she goes and has a certain odd predilection for stuffing any available pocket (yours or hers) with dead snails. I really don’t understand the fascination with the snails. Anyways, she is easily seduced by the rich wilderness and never pays attention where she is going, so she gets lost for hours in the forest. Starts the day with gusto and gusty energies, harbouring all sorts of plans to nibble her way through the garden. Sad thing is, Imogen has just been born under yet another Spring cold spell and there was little, plant wise, for her to admire let alone nibble.
As most wool children, Imogen sees her life through gilded armour. She belongs to a place of dreams, of saucers of milk for purring kittens, of mushrooms growing deep thickets on the roof of musty cottages, of children eating roasted potatoes cooked under tree canopies, with hands unwashed. She comes to you from a place thriving and throbbing with imagination, where outlaws wear gingham billowy dresses and polka dotted kerchiefs, where people call you by name and deed, where oaths are made with spit under the full moon, where you can get yourself in a soapy situation by asking boring questions like “how old are you, and what do you want to be when you grow up?”.
If you think Imogen can come and play with you, I will entrust her in your hands. Aside the weird snail attachment, Imogen also has a fixation with scissors and being the hairstylist to non-compliant dolls. I did let her play outside until she got very tired (made for a much easierbedtime routine), but I tied a bit of ribbon to her ankle so she wouldn’t get too lost. Imogen is a natural doll, of the 20” variety. She is made with my figlette pattern but has the amazing characteristic of super chubby belly. Her arms and legs are stuffed very firm, while her torso is a bit more huggable. Imogen’s face was sculpted entirely out of wool with needle-felting techniques, droopy brown eyes embroidered and rosy cheeks with the healthy glow of red beeswax. Imogen’s hair is mohair (goat) weft, sewn by hand to a wool cap.
Imogen comes wearing a 100% billowy cotton dress of new design. I love making doll clothes, there is no denying that. She wanted me to use as much of the gingham as humanly possible and taking in consideration her personality, I chose this style. Imogen will gladly go naked, she really doesn’t care too much for clothes and she is quite adorable in her birthday suit. She also has a pair of jersey underwear with white heart, stripey socks because outlaws wear stripes, and wool shoes with wooden buttons. Imogen doesn’t like to wear pigtails, although braids suit her. She likes best to wear her kerchief, at times she is a pirate, an Indian princess or a felon from the wild west robbing a moving train. Since the weather turned a bit cold, I made Imogen a little wool collar to keep her neck warm. It is gathered with a length of leather ribbon and has wool embroidery. She is a doll made with love, care and patience, and is suitable (in my opinion) for a child 7+ or an adult collector that can handle her with as much love as I made her and keep her away from those scissors.
Imogen is a natural fiber art doll (waldorf inspired) wearing her blue gingham dress and red kerchief, by Fig and Me.
If you want to volunteer to take care of this wool child of mine, please enter your name in the form below. Imogen’s price is $1100 USD plus postage ($45 US and Canada, International will need a revised quote, taxes apply to Canadian residents). The form will be open until tomorrow at noon EST at which time we will select a person at random to proceed to take her home. An invoice will be then sent via Paypal and is due upon receipt. Please, only one entry per home and only if you are personally interested in bringing her home.
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Thank you so much for the kindness you have shown both of us, by coming to meet her and read about her. Miss Mimo is already fast asleep, tucked under linen blankets and patchwork quilts. A little night light guards her dreams, while she fantasizes about dragons, caravans through the dessert and where will her lucky star take her. She hopes she can go in her undies most of the time.
Thank you
to the wonderful cottage family who fell in love with her soul, the family that offered endless trails, the mother who wished to increase a wool family and asked for Oona to be kept safe from her, to the mother who offered her home to the snail wrangler, to a lovely family who wrote a simple yet heartfelt note, to the lady that offered advice in regards to cutting hair, to that kindred soul who understood the inner need to snip away as it took her back to her childhood scissor-ways, to the mother who offered Winny as a faithful companion, to the one always seeking a little bit of asian flare in her home, to that family who already has two human children who know a thing or two about scissors, to that other family who thought that an outlaw is the perfect addition to their own family, to the lovely mother writing a poem to her doll doppelganger, and to Ermentrude who snuck away to write a letter to a sister.
To all of you, thank you!
to the wonderful cottage family who fell in love with her soul, the family that offered endless trails, the mother who wished to increase a wool family and asked for Oona to be kept safe from her, to the mother who offered her home to the snail wrangler, to a lovely family who wrote a simple yet heartfelt note, to the lady that offered advice in regards to cutting hair, to that kindred soul who understood the inner need to snip away as it took her back to her childhood scissor-ways, to the mother who offered Winny as a faithful companion, to the one always seeking a little bit of asian flare in her home, to that family who already has two human children who know a thing or two about scissors, to that other family who thought that an outlaw is the perfect addition to their own family, to the lovely mother writing a poem to her doll doppelganger, and to Ermentrude who snuck away to write a letter to a sister. To all of you, thank you!
