Sometimes what I set out to achieve doesn’t work, fruitless. I become despondent, chop and restitch or put it at the bottom of a big basket and pretend it doesn’t exist. Usually, after a little breathing space, I manage some kind of resurrection. These two limp and lifeless doll cadavers rested for a couple of days out of sight before I stumbled upon some flowers and an old door frame. These, coupled with a cup of tea and some music, made all the difference.