Well, my dolly Abigail, who my grandmother made for me when my sister was born almost 28 years ago now, has had her primary outfit washed as well as gone through the washer and dryer herself. The only damage that occurred was some side seam damage on her dress, where the seam popped and the fabric frayed through some. A minor matter of restitching the seam deeper has repaired the damage. While my friend Liz was over tonight for our weekly sewing session, I cut out a dress for Abby out of some red cotton velveteen, guessworking the size based on her primary dress. We'll see how it turns out.

I can't find my sewing machine's walking foot, but am hoping it's buried somewhere on the futon. I would really like to find it before the weekend as I've decided to (due to stiffness in the hands that says "no, you're not doing any more hand-sewing for a while") machine-quilt the Christmas quilts for my grandmother-in-laws. Wonderful Husband says he doesn't think they'll mind. And that way I can guarantee that they'll be done in time....

I also made the mistake today of looking around the site that hoshikage has purchased her newest doll from, and found one I actually like. So now there's a part of my brain going "hey, she's only $335...." Fortunately the rest of my brain is going "yeah, before shipping and extra wigs and eyes and even if I can make her clothes myself, I ain't payin' four hundred bucks for a doll!" Thus the making Abby a new dress, probably. I subvert one desire into another and it all ends up working fairly well.