The Sixth Bell lives in a wooden shack atop a mountain very far away. In her younger days she wandered the world discarding toothbrushes and nightgowns as she went to fill her travelling trunks with textiles. Antique linens and lace brought from the vide-greniers and flea markets of Europe, sumptuous saris from India, woven history from Laos, silks and brocades from Thailand and Vietnam, tuils batik from Indonesia, wonderful old kimono from Japan.
Now, the daylight hours are surrendered to drudgery, as The Sixth Bell toils in the coalmines to feed all of the creatures on the mountain. At night, the coal dust is washed away, and out come old scraps of fabric, buttons and laces, ribbons and floss. Later, a doll may emerge, or an adornment, or an oddity.
- Born on January 2
- Joined November 9, 2007