This doll was a much loved plaything of my sister's, now one of my four year old niece's favourite companions. And yes, the dress was knitted, by me, longer ago than I care to admit - we worked out that I was probably about seven or eight when I made it. Most of my knitting skills were learnt at around that age from doll's clothes patterns from my mother and grandmother's copies of the Woman's Weekly or Woman's Realm and were knit with scraps of yarn left over from their projects. It makes me very happy to think of things like this little piece of knitting that represent somehow the threads that bind our family together.
It's not a bad piece of work either when I examine it a little more closely. As you can see this project involved some simple eyelet patterns, some shaping, buttonholes and dividing for the neck. As ever, the finishing leaves a lot to be desired... Mind you -the nasty blue acrylic yarn looks as good today as it did thirty...ahem...something years ago!