Contrary to the title of this post, it is not about Drag Queens having large hands and small feet. Let’s just get that out of the way. This is about how the creative process is not always smooth and easy. It can be messy to the point of turning the air blue with swearing and looking for something pointy to stick into your eyeballs. You might be like me and forget that we all, even the professionals who have honed their craft with years of experience, didn’t get there overnight and still have those sort of days. We aren’t privy to the blood (literally, some of the dolls I’ve made have taken blood), sweat, and curse words that go into creative work. We only see the polished end results. There will be smooth days and days where you question your ever-loving sanity. Yesterday was one of those days. The challenge is to know when to keep going and when to walk away. Let’s not forget the challenge of showing up to start it all over again. To take a vision, raw materials and bring what you see into the physical world is not for wimps.
I had a hard time getting into the creative mood yesterday. When that happens I have to woo and lure The Creative Beastie out of her hidey-hole. I called in the sure-fire luring tool, The Drag Queen Council on Spotify. Men in wigs, dresses and fabulous make-up singing catchy pop songs and campy tunes seduces The Creative Beastie every. damn. time.
Now that I had her out and we could begin, it was time to tackle the second leg and foot for the doll I’m making. And DAMNITALLTOHELL if that was not going well, at all.
I’m learning a new-to-me way of creating a boot with a sole (soul?). The other leg and boot were made a few weeks ago. That meant I had to remember how, where and what I was doing. I didn’t measure it correctly or line up the sole when sewing or something. It took two attempts before the boot was made, beads attached and we had a pair of legs for days.
Okay, we are cooking now! Let’s try the new-to-me way of creating hands! Sally (the sewing machine) decided to act weird. It took me half an hour to figure out what was going on and put the bobbin back in. It’s a front-loading bobbin vs. the drop-in kind. I tend to take out more parts than needed. Then, I have to remember how the Hell it fits back together. GAH! Once she was ready to go, I forgot what I had to do in order to make the hands. Jesus just take me now. Back to a refresher on the YouTubes and I was in business. Except in my wisdom, I decided the hands were far too small and needed to be larger. They were revamped, sewn & TADA, a beautiful pair of hands.
Only, they were too big. I didn’t measure them against the doll’s face or feet. Uhm, OH CRAP. Now I have a pair of ridiculous big cartoon looking hands and goofy small feet. This is about the time I performed a beautiful swan like face plant onto the desk. Isn’t this fun! What the Hell.
Do I revamp the feet which I’ve done countless times? Do I have enough fabric left to do more feet? Do I make new hands? Of course, there is the other option, grab a cranberry Marguerita and call it a day. The Marguerita won. Not really. I just walked away, ate copious amounts of popcorn and watched Louisiana Pawn Stars with The Hubs. Don’t judge me.
Here I am, back to square one. I’ve decided to go with the original hand pattern. I measured it against the face & the foot. Yup, sure as flies attract kids with spoons, I have to make new boots. I had a prototype (the original size) and it’s perfect.
Sonofabitch. Now, I’m re-thinking the arm and leg material, beads vs. cloth. This all started because someone (me) thought it would be a great idea to have semi-poseable limbs for this style of doll. I need to have a stern talk with me that comes up with this stuff and me that agrees to it, leaving me to suffer through the execution of the idea. Confused yet?
I’m going to make both bead and cloth arms, hold a meeting with all of me, The Muses, and the doll. We’ll take a vote and go from there.
Wish me luck. The Creative Beastie is panting and drooling to get started. I’m going in.