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New Orleans, two journeys, Wednesday

Today I sewed a wrap-around skirt from start to finish. At least the package didn't say anything about it being a two-hour project. It took me all day. After dinner I sat and hand-stitched the hem. I love it! For the first time, I truly love one of my projects. It is a full skirt made in lustrous metallic-shot pink fabric, the pattern from the 1970's. I bought it with the intention of making this skirt and also a doll princess dress. However I may have enough to make another dress for myself before starting on the doll clothes.

Violette has been very quiet today. I must say that I think she looks fetching in her new underthings. They've grown on me. I was a little sore yesterday about them not turning out the way I wanted.

In addition, I made another sale, possibly two, giving a possible $80 to my doll fund. What should I do with this money? My mind has been working at it all morning. I don't really want to buy clothes for my dolls anymore, because it just isn't fun. Even if I am not the best seamstress, there's an element of unknown to it. Will the dress look good? Will it be crap? It keeps my wheels turning.

The night before last I had an eBay binge, and today I had another in the lobby while housekeeping cleaned our room. Two nights ago I found some beautiful Madame Alexander dolls from the 1940's. Truly I don't know of any doll now that looks so exquisite. I don't know enough about Madame Alexander dolls to say more, except that they were dressed as brides and seem to be affordable below $50.

Today I was combing, to no avail, for Superstar-era Barbie accessories (for humans) like mirrors, purses, etc. Several months ago I found some beautiful affordable ones but I didn't want them yet.

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