My story is one of many dreams dreamt along, some so dear to my heart that my soul has had to follow. Many of these dear dreams have taken long to fulfill, yet my soul has followed all the way along what my heart has longed for in my dreams. I am a dreamer and a dream fulfiller. This is a storybook of how dreams come true.

I have that love of mine to Middle Ages, and generally anterior times, since childhood. I can still remember the luxurious edition that my parents possessed of “The three musketeers” with its thick grey covers and beautiful black and white illustrations. The only thing that they missed and I needed to add was some pencil-stroked colours. So I did and I next began to make my own hand-made redrawing on them. You will not be surprised if I share that, and of course, my first favourite historical novels were Alexandre Dumas’s.

But before I come to the serious books and even before my Dumas period, it all began with my mom and her full of wonders fairy-tales in the most lovable books in the world with colourful pictures and beautiful drawings that she used to read to me. “Mom, read me this story, please.” “Now could you read it backwards to the beginning?!” “And now from the middle to somewhere!!” And my mummy did… Well, the truth is I used to have smallpox when this story happened and therefore my mother’s flattering but anyway it was my books addiction calling that I would never get rid of it. I used to spend my time in my imaginary world of princesses and fairies, and their tales. And to assure you, I still do.

Little by little with growing, I was in more need to recreate the old days in my present reality. I started rummaging in my mom’s and grandma’s wardrobes for old attires to dress myself and transform into a princess. But one was not enough and as I missed more characters in this play, I began to dress my family’s friends’ kids, my brother and cousins and even my neighbours. We put ourselves on imaginary stage and acted out self-made scenarios together. Funny, funny, funny. So funny to remember all these games now, and, well, perhaps not that funny for part of my little play-mates but they should be lucky and thanking God when Wed Addams (a.k.a. me) finally found another toy for her medieval games. My medieval doll.

As I have ever wanted to dress myself in medieval clothes, therefore I guess my wish to sew the costumes too. The problem was that the other days it was not possible for me to supply my hobby, and to supply it regularly, with the necessary amount of clothe for making a human-sized attire. The decision was obvious in this case, I should dress a doll. But the dolls I had kept from my early years were not good models for my aim as they resembled big babies with disproportional build, until one day I saw her standing behind a shop window. My gorgeous Barbie doll. I had never possessed Barbie in my life or even seen such in real, so she was a dream.

Moreover, she would be the perfect model for my medieval crafting. If you are familiar with my story, you will know that neither my family was of fortune enough to buy me such doll, (they were quite too much expensive then), neither those years were fortunate and facilitating my task. Yet, I had my dream and I craved to make it true. I was of appropriate age to deal with my parents that I would earn as much money as I could, turning papers and any kind of available wrapping to the gathering points, and they would help me with the rest to an agreed sum level. And so I rolled up my sleeves to following my dream and in the meanwhile visited my doll from outside the shop window every single day including Sundays for I was quite uneasy of somebody else succeeding to get to her before me. Finally, it was the holiday when I succeeded to hold her in my hands and take her home.

At present Louise possesses a good collection of couture dresses, sewn specially for her. Most of them are medieval, some of later but still anterior to our times. Louise is not alone anymore; besides her costumes she has got her new friend, my second Barbie doll, bought at quite a later time, and so together with Constance they are going to present these attires one by one in my upcoming posts. They are all part of my wholesome medieval interests and craftsmanship. I am also very close to beginning to sew real costumes for myself and with God’s blessing I am showing these to your attention as well one day and even sooner.