Introducing The Woolykins
Every morning there was a little more frost on the leaves outside the door. Pa Woolykin dons his pinecone hat and heads outside, to gather morning dew from the tallest leaves, so the family can begin the day by washing their hands and faces.
“Nothing like a fresh, clean face, to start your day on the right side!” he boasts often.
But he is not the only one already up. Ma Woolykin is busy lighting the stove to make thick pancakes for her family too. She likes to sweeten them with the honey her bee friends give her and sometimes she adds chopped up bits of blueberries. The children love them and Pa Woolykin eats them like they are going out of style soon.
The third one up is Malachy Moss, the eldest child. Being the big brother he feels compelled to wake up first and not let his little sister shame him by sleeping in, though sometimes it’s hard to do when you are covered by such soft coverlets knitted by friendly spiders.
Malachy Moss thinks it’s best to jump out of bed, rip it off like a band-aid he thinks. Once up, he waits for Pa Woolykin to bring the bucket of water and splashes his face with gusto, the point of no return.
He gets dressed, never forgetting his hat, so that he can easily be confused with a toadstool if danger arises in the woods. This is rare but is better to be careful, as Ma Woolykin says.
Finally, it’s the turn for Molly Moonbeam, his little sister. Molly wakes up very slowly, asking a hundred times if it really is daytime. Once reassured that it is in fact daytime, she first takes one leg out of her little bed, then another, then waits a little. She likes to pretend she is falling slowly off the bed and that instead of falling on the rug, she will actually fall down a very tall turret and then start flying.
When nothing happens for a while, the smell of those pancakes bring her back to life. Then she hurries to the morning bowl to wash her face, hoping her pancake tower is as tall as her brothers. It always is but is best to double-check.
Some mornings Ma Woolykin gets a hold of her and braids her hair, but today she is too distracted with Baby Pip who has been a little fussy at night. Ma and Pa take turns to sing to him and rock him back to sleep, which helps the other children sleep better too.
Now I am happy you have made the acquaintance of this little wool family. This won’t be the last time you will see them grace the pages of my blog or hear more about their wondrous adventures.
The Woolykins are a small dollhouse family I created while teaching an online class earlier this Fall and it is not available for you to join once more.
Build a similar family, adding more or fewer members. Name yours the same or give them different personalities, the choice is yours!
I happen to think embarking on this doll making adventure might be just what you need right now, but no rush. You have an entire year worth of access, so you can build your family working at your own pace.
If you want to join me, head over here:
I hope we all soon start seeing the appearance of many a wool-filled family, going about their adventures and showing us that magic and imagination will never be out of style.
Thank you for supporting the noble tradition of handmade toys. I hope you love them as much as I do ❤️.