36. Marianne

My latest doll Marianne should be named Patience after she had to put up with how slow 

I was working on her.

I must admit my dolls have always been willing to cooperate with me and somehow tell who 

they want to become. But first I must find in them something that expresses them and helps determine their little personalities. When it is unveiled the dolls start telling their stories. 

Marianne was no exception. I knew, from the start, she was going to be really special, 

so I was glad we would spend more time together than usual and enjoyed it 

as I created her. 

Soon I could carry out all I planned out in my head . 

I like sewing little clothing. I like creating the dolls' faces.  

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Since it stopped raining and the weather was getting fine, we decided to go on a trip. 

From Międzyzdroje to Kamień Pomorski. After fifteen minutes' drive we turn into a local road with old high trees growing along the road on both sides. 

What a lovely old avenue! 

Watch out!  I say to myself. It is very narrow... and these trees.

On the right there appeared a flowering rape field.

What is it?  Marianne asks.

"Rape field." - I say.
(On the way from Wolin to Kamień Pomorski in Western Pomerania, Poland.)

We stopped for a moment and had a walk in the greenish-yellow bush. 

Only after we returned to the car did we realise that the rape was wet from a recent rain. 

Our clothes! They were caked with wet yellow pollen...

Keep an eye on us. 

Soon Marianne will be looking for a new home in my shop.