We do not profess to be artisans of heritage pieces. But as we toiled, we realised that none of our dolls look the same, even if we used a photo image of the original piece. As we laboured night and day, hand-made took on a different meaning. It made us become acutely aware of how each turn of the fingers, an extra knot and stitch or a different shade of black for the eyes, can in turn yield so much difference in the final product. Every doll took on a life of its own, as though the constant contact with each little cotton body, stuffed with the softest balls of polyester, had been infused with emotions as we worked tirelessly at each of our handmade dolls. Out of curiosity, I googled 'beauty of the handmade' and found this beautiful article by Eric Cullerton, which would be our impetus to keep going, to keep making.
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