When I was about ten, I had a small collection of trolls who lived in the large bottom drawer of an old dressing table. The drawer was fully furnished and decorated with cardboard settees and beds, fabric rugs and carpets, hand-drawn pictures, and all sorts of thoughtful little extras to make their apartment as deluxe as possible. (As toilet rolls and cereal boxes were my main materials, I can look back now and see that this was possibly my best ever effort at interior design and that I was certainly well ahead of the time with my economy, recycled chic.)
Underneath their outfits, all of which were made from squares of bright pink, lime, purple and orange felt bought on Stockport market, each troll had a discernible appendix scar made with a real scalpel. My best friend was the daughter of a vet and, like me, had had her appendix removed, and together we performed many successful operations with the scalpel that probably belonged in her father's surgery.
I've been making Suffolk puffs [aka fabric yo yos] recently and I love the way they are transformed when you pull up the thread and they turn into a little 'puff'. But just before they close fully, they look like mini shower caps. I made so many and had the same thought so frequently, that I decided to see how a few would look as caps rather than puffs. Out came Phoebe's trolls (my trolls were saved for my sister who never looked after their home and health the way I did) and out came the felt for their towels and on went the Suffolk puffs. I draw the line at making them a home and checking out their appendixes, but I have to admit that the sight of them all lined up took me back to the days when I was a happy trolly dolly.