I think she is done. Sigh of relief over this one. After abandoning (and disliking her) time after time, I'm fine with her now. Yesterday, I made a black cat out of a scrap of felted wool to accompany her, but realized quickly that a black cat was too Halloweenish for her summery dress. While still not completely satisfied with the apron, I was too impatient to give it a third go. Knowing what I'd do different next time is enough for now.
So many "what I'd do next time" thoughts about both doll and clothing. One big one-- don't take a heat gun to dry a re-painted face--it will melt the fur used for hair.
When the cat idea didn't work, I made her a little book for her pocket. Maybe I will eventually make her a cat, but a marmalade tabby would suit her better, if I ever get around to it.
Since my original concept changed so many times, and she changed from a kind of winter/snow queen to more of a homebody, she has no name, but she loves poetry and herb gardens and butterflies.
I'm loving Ian Fleming's letters! For someone who had little interest in James Bond, I'm finding myself captivated by the author. I may have to read one of the Bond novels. :)