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I finished the poet shirt today to good end! Tomorrow I intend to make a pair of tights for Hennessy from my tan trouser socks, and a green vest. Maybe even the matching hat, too, if I've got a bit of extra time. I picked out some old jewelry I can restring as beads for my angels' clothes.

My angels. Oh, lord, not much time goes by that I'm not thinking of them! Thoughts of them make all my worries passe. Job interview? Bah. Pap smear? Hah. With Bess and Hennessy coming into my life, everything else is sweeter.

I had to make myself release and not touch again the shirt once I finished it. I got that obsessive feeling, like: this should look better! maybe if I...! So I let it go and now I can see that it's just perfect. The best I can do at this point in my dolling. I'm terribly worried it won't fit him. Yesterday I just knew it was a size too small, and now I fear it's a size too big.

Well, I'm proud of myself for making anything. I can see that, with practice, making miniature clothes really isn't so hard-- just requires honing some slightly different sewing skills. And it's definitely instant gratification. 2 minutes to cut out the patterns, 5 minutes to sew them together! And... five hours to correct/seam-rip/otherwise redo all the mistakes I make. No exaggerating.

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