A few days ago, I was surfing around on flickr and came across a picture that Graceposted of the first doll she made for her family (isn't she adorable? I am not positive, but I think that Grace may take custom orders if you are interested) and it started me thinking about our first doll, Nico.
I made Nico for my older daughter, K, when she was about 18 months old. I felted an old cashmere sweater that my dad passed on to me for sewing because it had a few moth holes in it. Following the instructions from a Weir kit, I formed the head and made up the patten for the body myself (I knew I wanted to make a soft doll instead of a fully formed doll because she was so young). I spent a few late nights before Christmas sewing and resewing until the doll seemed right.
Late at night as I was sewing the doll, I had visions of K running to the doll on Christmas morning, squealing with glee, and never letting the doll go. Christmas morning came and K was far more interested in the box I packaged the doll in than poor little red doll. Over the next few weeks, I played with the poor little red doll every once in a while and K showed interest in him when I played with him, but most of the time he sat in the corner. A few months later, K refused to go to sleep and she kept saying "Nico, Nico." I was completely baffled...Nico is K's older cousin. So I explained that Nico was probably getting ready for bed at Nico's house and maybe we could visit tomorrow, etc. K kept looking around the house and finally I had the sense to ask "who is Nico?" She looked around until she found the little red doll. Grabbed him, took him to bed with her and snuggled in.
K slept with Nico on and off until about four months ago. My younger daughter, T, was having a very difficult time transitioning from our bed to her crib. One night K told me that Nico was for T to sleep with now. Now T uses Nico as a pillow every night as she falls asleep.
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