Lenore the little crow girl

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The Little Crow Girl, Lenore, is a one of a kind art doll and part of my Curious Creatures, Children of the Piper series of art dolls.

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Born on a Wednesday, poor little Lenore perfectly illustrated the saying ‘Wednesday’s child is full of woe’. You see, little Lenore only ever smiled whilst sitting on some high point or precipice. Her brightest smiles she saved for treetop perches. Because no one else shared this urge to climb to lofty heights, no one else realised that Lenore could actually smile, that she was often quite content, or that she had been missing a front tooth for almost a full three weeks before the Piper came to town. But I’m getting ahead of myself…

 

Poor little Lenore was dragged from the womb far too early. She had not entirely finished preparing herself for the world. Her ears were tiny, her eyelashes and brows needed just a few more weeks, and her need for a little more sleep never left her. Born exhausted, Lenore lacked the energy to cry for food. She only woke briefly to the sound of a shaking milk bottle, barely opening a single eye to gage its direction, before falling back to sleep, leaving her mouth open and frantically waiting like a hungry baby bird. This amused the grownups greatly, and because of this and her dark mop of hair, they affectionately named her their little baby crow. The name stuck, as did the lethargy.

Lenore remained in a constant state of exhaustion. She spent her childhood days in bed, staring out the window, observing the crows circling the highest trees and building their lofty nests. At night, in her dreams, she joined them, enjoying the strength in her wings and the wind on her face. Lenore was happiest when she was a real crow.  Whenever people inquired about her wellbeing, as visitors of the sick or convalescing are apt to do, she always replied with this fact.

I must add at this point, that as a warrior constantly battling sleep, Lenore was also quite a determined, strong willed child. She refused to be helped, and would struggle on until she had worked out a way to do something for herself. This included learning how to fasten buttons and put on shoes. Which is why Lenore’s buttons fastened from the outside in, and her shoes were always on the wrong feet (she sat crossed legged when putting them on) and fastened with her own unique knotted bow.

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So when Lenore told them she wanted to be a real crow and fly, people were slightly relieved that the little girl lacked the energy to actually leave her room, and that her bedroom window was not very high. For her fifth birthday, the townsfolk even had a little crow costume made especially for the little girl, hoping to find her smile. She wore it all day, and fell asleep wearing it. When she awoke, there were leaves in her hair.

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By the time the Piper came to town, it had become a daily occurrence for Lenore to wake with leaves in her hair, muddy boots on her wrong feet and a strange feeling of disorientation clinging to her senses. When the Piper’s music snaked through the sleeping streets, waking the children and whispering to them to come out to play, Lenore remained asleep. When the children danced happily out of the town and into the woods, following the Piper, Lenore began to stir. As the hypnotic notes of the piper’s flute snaked ahead, seeking, searching between the trees, winding up around an old oak, Lenore felt it tugging gently on her senses, pulling her from her dreams. Waking with the urgent need to follow the beautiful sound, and undisturbed by the fact she was in the highest branches of a tree, Lenore tried to climb down to join the other children following the piper’s call.

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Unfortunately for poor Lenore, the unique little bowed knot on one of her boots had become entangled with the branches and no amount of tugging and pulling would free her foot. She watched, horrified as the strange parade left the woods without her, and headed towards the mountains in the distance.  It wasn’t until the procession reached the foot of a particular mountain, and the rocks parted that Lenore’s foot finally tore itself loose. The poor girl, now quite distraught knowing that she would never reach them in time by foot, did the only thing she could think to do…she stretched open her wings and jumped.

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Perched in her crow’s nest in the highest of trees, Lenore smiles her brightest smiles, knowing that she can spread her wings and fly whenever she wants. She loves the feeling of strength in her wings, the wind on her face and the upturned faces of her friends below. All the children love their little crow girl, with the boundless energy, but none of them have been able to teach her how to put her shoes on the right feet, she won’t stay still long enough.

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Lenore is approximately 11 inches tall, but she likes to sit in a kneeling postition, and is about 7 inches high kneeling. Her wing span is approximately 13 inches wide. Her head and hands are sculpted from clay, and have been painted and sealed with protective varnish. Her long dark locks are made from soft soft wool, and her body is a mix of clay and fabric over a wire frame.
The little crow girl is dressed in a black lace dress with a little white collar, with a skull lining and little skull bloomers over a pair of stripey tights, with a pair of black kick butt boots. She also comes with her own pair of little crow wings – made from fabric, which slip onto her arms, and a crow mask / headpiece – sculpted and carved from clay, before being painted and having the little fabric feathers individually fixed on to it.
Each little Curious Creature is one of a kind and unique, with a large personality and their own story ….. much like us larger people. Lenore comes with her own unique story, in her own unique hand made book, and a certificate of authenticity.

Lenore is not a child’s toy, as she has small parts and a wire frame inside her – she is meant for us slightly larger people.

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