In the tradition of women in my lineage who lived so many generations ago… I bartered yesterday. I went to market and traded my handmade Waldorf doll for organic carrots, and beets, and turnips… and promises of the harvest all the way through the fall. Today, when I make my new favorite radish salad (eaten raw, sliced so thin with apple cider vinegar and a touch of maple syrup) I will try to stop and remember how wonderful it felt yesterday to trade my handwork for food for my family. In a simple, beautiful barter.

She grew and grew, this custom Waldorf doll, and ended up standing almost 23″ tall. The largest doll I’ve ever made, but arguably the sweetest.

I used half a dozen or so different skeins of hand spun for her hair, mixing the colors. And her tunic is made from a piece of African waxed cotton we picked up during our trip to Paris last winter, with little berry red organic knit capri pants. Her skin is organic cotton knit (now, sadly, discontinued).

I can’t wait to make more dolls this summer. By little collection of sweet clothing fabrics and hand spun yarn is just waiting.

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