Several years ago at a home education discussion group, the host’s children brought out some wonderful little dolls. They were small, bendy, very nifty, and my brain began to percolate immediately. (One must not let Molly Flotsam percolate too vigorously, as it tends to make a sloshing noise audible to others nearby.)
Upon inquiring as to the origins of the nifty, my host brought out a book called Wee Felt Folk, and I was immediately smitten. And it was deep smit.
After shamelessly maxing out the library’s renew option on this book about fifty times, I finally squelched my Inner Scottish Miser long enough to order my own copy. (On-line, in the “slightly used” section, because the Inner Scottish Miser is very, very strong, and is capable of moderating the Inner Biblio-Junkie.)
Unable to leave any idea entirely alone and unaltered, once I started making these little people, I started generating lists of ideas to adapt them. With the aid of my eldest daughter (who will be a Not Molly herself one of these days, if I raise her correctly), we’ve run a bit amuk.
Do get hold of the book itself. My homage projects cannot replace it at all. Even if you think yourself entirely un-crafty, these pixie dolls tend to pique your interest and suck you in. They are charming. They are seductive. They are made of chenille stems and wooden beads and embroidery floss, and draw you into their very small domain of evil, where you are helpless to resist their powers, and you will make dozens before satiating your desires.
Really, they are a pretty perfect craft project.