A friend saw this doll head I was working on, and said, "Oh he's wonderful!" so I didn't have the heart to tell her He is a She. But no matter. It made me realize how a human's life really does go full circle--if we're lucky enough to get very old. My mom taped a bow to my head when I was a baby because I had such whispy hair nobody could tell I was a girl. I'll probably have to do the same thing in my last decade or so. Ha!
At any rate, here's one of the doll show dolls I'm working on. I call her Granny Swims. She'll have an old-fashioned bathing suit, a swim floaty with a ducky head, and a straw hat (because a lady always looks out for her complexion). Her hair is currently a wad of mohair laying over her bald little head.