Lizette and Milicent

I have been wanting to make a Rabbit Child for the longest time!

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My most faithful companion in the Doll Room
is my very real rabbit, "Bootsie".
She is the inspiration for Lizette
as well as a very whimsical rabbit sculpture
named Milicent who will be arriving soon.

I thought to offer Milicent in a separate auction,
but knowing that she is Lizette's best friend, I reconsidered.




Boots in her comfy bed chambers, right next to mine,
wondering when the lamplight might finally be turned out.






( why it is on so late...)







Please meet Lizette,
a young girl who fancies herself a Rabbit.


Her soft bendable rabbit ears, fluffy pink bodice,
as well as her heeled bunny slippers and crinkly white tail
ensure she is welcomed
to all Bunny festivities in the woodland meadows.






She measures 10 inches and is a very unique girl...
Her torso is flexible because of a durable coil and wire backbone
that allows her to easily bend and twist.






Her limb joints allow for gentle bending ...
and her delicate hands are sculpted of epoxy,
I used Epoxy and Prosculpt to shape her arms and legs.
Lizette's face is sculpted from Cernit,
and all features are painted in heat set oils.






Lizette stands quite well all on her own.




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Look who is coming down the lane...

Here she is walking home from the market with a box of cupcakes from the bakery

and a sparkly balloon to greet her guest at the door.






Tea preparations are now complete ...










Milicent's silver candlestick table is covered
with a pink edged table covering.
Her favorite color.









The carefully chosen pastries are thoughtfully arranged
(crafted by my daughter Angi),
and a bit sugar is sprinkled over everything, for good measure,
before the guest of honor arrives.







The triple chocolate cake looks deliciously scrumptious...
but Milicent decided to test a small sliver, just to be sure.











This particular Rabbit is careful to watch her calorie intake,
so she sticks to only a half a cup of tea.
Wild Chamomile is her favorite brew,
and a full pot is ready and steaming on the stove.
She uses her finest cups, of course.





The very minute her vanilla cookies were frosted ,
she hears the bell chimes on her door.

Just in time.

Lizette stands there with a shy smile on her face,
and a cheerful red bird on her finger.



Milicent heartily welcomes both ...
and what a fine party it was!


May your own tea parties be lovely
and your friendships as sweet...

Winter's Child and Spring

and

Spring Blooms, Summer Fades, Autumn Sleeps and Winter Flees... Each Season must give way to the next, but this year, Winter's Child refused to give up her Post.

When Spring's Apryl came to Winter Season's Gate,

Little Poe cried... "To welcome you, Spring, I am not ready to agree... rather, I am thinking about what will happen to me!"

Apryl had indeed arrived to welcome in Spring,

with warm winds and gentle rains within her wings, and with flowers springing up wherever she sings. But first, the Winter's Child must leave.

Yet Poe firmly sent her away. Apryl left her shoes by the Gate, returning the next day to argue her fate.

Meanwhile, Poe sat forlorn upon her perch... How she loved the sparkles that danced across the snow as she pondered whereto and wherefore they all might go.

She glanced down at the stoop's seat which suddenly had changed...

Sadly, Little Poe's world was becoming quite rearranged.

One day as March was caught in a lull, Apryl brought a flower with one tiny dew drop, very dull. It held no sparkle like the winter fields of snow, it merely reflected her sad face of woe.

Poe was not impressed.

Apryl softly said, "Poe, I think I know where you can go!

"Each morning could you lend the morning dew, a sprinkling of your icey sparkles anew? And when the flowers go back into the ground, your Season's turn will soon come back around!"

"So now, Winter's Child, can I bring in the Spring?"






Poe thought for a long moment...


Then, she left her perch with a hop, handed Apryl her slippers and quickly went off to sparkle the dewdrop...










Apryl knew Poe's mission would carry her along, and Winter would be welcomed in again, before she even knew the snow was gone!






With both Poe and Apryl working together, this Spring would be even more beautiful than ever!

Please join Apryl, Poe and me as we heartily welcome in Spring

Maiden in a Tower

There was once a King who had a son who asked in marriage the daughter of a mighty King; she was called Maid Maleen, and was very beautiful.

(a tale by Brothers Grimm)

Since her father wished to give her to another, the prince was rejected; but as they both loved each other with all their hearts,

they would not give each other up,





and Maid Maleen said to her father,



"I can and will take no other for my husband."







Then the King flew into a passion, and ordered a Dark Tower to be built, into which no ray of sunlight or moonlight should enter.









When it was finished, he said,

"Therein shalt thou be imprisoned for seven years, and then I will come and see if thy perverse spirit is broken."











Meat and drink for the seven years were carried into the Tower,

and then she and her waiting-woman were led into it and walled up, thus cut off from the sky and from the earth.









There they sat in the darkness, and knew not when day or night began...





so the story of Maid Maleen unfolds...







Maleen escapes the Tower using a bread knife to dig through the walls.

After many more trials she is finally reunited with her betrothed.



Her courage in remaining faithful to the one she loves

was rewarded...

as destiny and her determination

brought them together again.









Her imprisonment was remembered for many years.

Local children sang this song whenever they passed by the Tower...




"Kling, klang, gloria.
Who sits within this tower?
A King's daughter, she sits within,
A sight of her I cannot win,
The wall it will not break,
The stone cannot be pierced.
Little Hans, with your coat so gay,
Follow me, follow me, fast as you may."









yet, Maid Maleen held the Key to her destiny...
that no lock nor Tower could contain. A tiny key hangs by a silver thread around her neck







and her
Lost love was Found