This is the original ‘My Pretty Poppet’ that I made in 2007 in a fit of creativity. I cobbled together things that I had learned from around the internet about doll making and made the doll that I envisioned. The pattern – I give it to anyone who asks me, and there have been quite a few askers.
But why do I do this? I’m not eight – the age you might be to enjoy a doll, nor do I know any eight year olds (I certainly don’t have any children). Many of the others that make dolls from this pattern do not have children. For me, it isn’t the end product that drives me, but the process – I like to make dolls. I enjoy bringing them to life. After they are here… well, I usually give them away, as I have no need for a room full of My Pretty Poppets. And you know what? I’m not the only one.
There is a whole community out there that enjoys making stuff just to make stuff. At Hastings, there are stacks upon stacks of magazines dedicated to paper crafters, sewers, crocheters, beaders – the list is almost endless. The target audience isn’t so much the older generation who once croched a houseful of doilies, but a younger, generation X or Y hipster who may want to crochet matching Mario and Luigi potholders. Craft, my friends, is experiencing a makeover.
When I started sewing 15 years ago, you would never see a young person browsing the fabric at the local JoAnn’s. Ready-made items were cool, and homemade was a dirty word, implying poverty. Now, there is a movement to buy handmade, and the cool item is the one that no one else has – the one that you made yourself.
So the questions become: Why do we do this? Is there some intrinsic value to the act of creation that is not satisfied anywhere else in our lives? Why craft? If creation was the only issue, then why not make webpages or go to work on the Frito Lay line? Why women? The overwhelming majority of members on crafting forums are women – not men. If the act of creation is so important – where are the men?