I made this doll for Frankie a few years ago with a vintage Holly Hobby pattern. She was well-loved right from the start, but over time it was clear to see that I could have done a better job on her hair. It wasn't too long before she was bald, and true to the legend, she was considered "broken" and deemed unplayable by my then three year old daughter.
You know those projects that you put on your work table to remind you to fix them? The ones that then get tossed aside for a new idea, a new dream, a new frame of mind? Well, I'm sad to say that poor beautiful doll stayed hairless and sad for a very, very long time. She would pop up every once in a while, in a basket or pile of scraps. She was dragged around by baby Charlie for moment. All the while, her lonely eyes staring at me, pleading me to heal her so she could once again be loved.
And then there she was again: peering out of my fabric wardrobe, stuffed way behind that huge pile of other stuff I ought to deal with.
Enough was enough. I either had to throw the thing away or fix it.
You know what? After two years of that doll being around and being ignored, I sewed on some hair and Frankie hasn't let go of her since. Lesson learned: don't let your dolls go bald.
