Lady In Emerald Green

I try not to have favorites. I do. But I'll be damned if she wouldn't be if i had one.

I love this Lady. Particularly her dress. Also, her hair. Done up in a beehive/ insane Maccaroni. Even her corset induces a throaty bree of delight. 

And making her was pure joy. Each puncture wound a symptom of love. I'll never be ready to let her go. 

Her wire skeleton is shrouded in quilting pad with the exception of her head and hands which are hand sculpted from polymer clay. Adorned in fabric, acrylics, wool, and beads. Her joints move freely at the shoulders, elbows, hips, knees, and ankles.

The Lady (informally known as Ms. Kruschmunt) is all dressed up with no where to go, which is just fine in my book.