Doll making is an ancient tradition. Shaping the divine female into a familiar form. My dolls are inspired by women on the threshold. One with a foot in this world and a foot in the otherworld. They are often faceless, which allows you to project your own story or maybe they hint at their origins. They are familiar with ancestors and spirits and the ways of magic.
These dolls are made entirely from wool by a technique called needle felting in which I use a single barbed to mould a 3d shape in wool by thousands of repetitive hand actions by the needle.
Some of the dolls are available in my online shop on Etsy. You can always contact me for a custom order doll. I do reproduce the dolls here but each is it’s very own unique self and never a copy.
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She Who Calls the Deer
The Cailleach. The Ancient Hag
The Mari Lwyd
Ancient Mother – Shaman
Maiden, mother, crone
She is that instance when you smell fall on the breeze. She blows through you with a bone biting cold. She reminds us of ancestors, who if we are still enough, we can still hear their whispers. She heralds change and the call for all life to return to its roots, for there is no renewal without death.
She wears leather (which was from a deer killed, honored and skins processed by a friends family), the fur is vintage and otherwise would have been burned. I honor the poor creature whose fur this is and while I don’t advocate the use of wearing fur a percentage of this sale will go towards Animal Defenders International.
A Study in Winter
Fall arrives in an explosion of colors, then the leaves fall and color drains from the world. She is the embodiment of winter and all the colors draining down to grey. I love the combination of grey and rust, rust the decaying the dying away of life down to it’s roots. After all everything must die in order to be reborn.
She of the Shore
I have spent most of my life near water and have never forgotten the song of the sea. Her tides still wax and wane in my blood. This sea witch represents the deep mystery the ocean or loch holds, which represent those parts of us we don’t often want to explore.
She wears a magical necklace with each knot representing something she will only tell you about. The pendant represents the treasures we can find when we dare to explore our dark aspects, the shells – her love of the folklore of the sea – from selkies to kelpies. Her three glass beads belong to a different era and tell tales of magical worlds beyond the veils of this world.
Banshee. Wallhanging – figure woven around branches
Tulsi. Inspired by the sacred Indian herb. Her cotton sari is hand dyed with Tulsi.
Crow Morris. Inspired by modern and ancient Morris dancers
Brighid – corn dolly
The Old Dark One
Folk Art Doll
The grandmothers, the ancient ones have never left us. Their ancient knowledge is written in our DNA, races through our blood and is woven into the very structure of our bones. Their wisdom comes alive through inspiration and imagination – in the awe of a sunset, of the ever changing canvas of the sky or gazes lost amid the expanse of stars. We have the power to tune in and let the grandmothers speak to us!
The grandmother dolls can adorn a wall in a special place in your home, or you could hang her outside from a tree branch, or on a porch.
Made for a special rite of passage – very much inspired by Elen of the Ways, a walker between both worlds.
A mermaid request from a diver (although secretly she’s a selkie)
The Folk Art Doll
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Rosarrio is a story teller, a collector of stories. She collects stories as she sips tea with mountain folks, or in the depths of Eastern European primeval forest, wither among desert people or from the people who live at the top of the world. They all welcome her as their people’s before them welcomed her as Rosarrio doesn’t just travel the world, she travels in time – she can tell you stories of our Neolithic ancestors to tales from future ancestors.
Sheelaigh, midwife of animal souls. When it is time for these souls to pass onto the otherworld she is there beside them gently singing their song and guiding them on their journey to the otherworld.
Gaia – She is the Goddess of a thousands names, at home in all places of the earth. She is our mother, our home. She gave birth to us and in death we will return to her. She is the embodiment of the living, breathing planet. She would be happy to adorn an altar, or a special place in your home reminding that you too are Earth.
Brighid, Spirit of the Forest, Brighid – Flame Keeper & a Trio of Witches
The Keeper of the Stones, Fraoch, the Littlest Witch & Erin.
Breeja, Leanan Sidhe, The Morrighan and Cerrenous