The very first doll I ever made was this little one. I didn’t have a pattern—just a rough idea in my head—and I ended up unraveling it more times than I can even count, trying to get it just right.
M came up with the name, and that was that: the little Pangolin finally had an identity. Most of the other dolls I made over the years went off to new homes, but Pangolin stayed with us. Even now, years later, the Pangolin is still here, a little reminder of where it all began.
I think part of me will always have a soft spot for Pangolin—the one that started the whole obsession.