


Meet the Dolls

The Stitcher's Lullaby
Long ago, in the quiet corner of a forgotten room, there sat a little bear - patched, torn, and held together by hope.
One night, a painter doll with a heart too full to hold came to life beside her. She didn't speak, but her brush whispered color into silence.
Together, they stitched and soothed, mending tears in the fabric of dreams.
From their bond-of thread, love, and longing-the first stitched spirits were born. They came from broken wishes, whispered secrets, and bedtime tears...but each one woke up with a heart sewn just right.
The bear and the painter stay close- watching, creating, and protecting threads.


Taffy is the first doll to pick up a brush, painting life and giving voice to the voiceless. She doesn't speak much-but her colors do. With TaffyBear by her side, she gently guides each new spirit into being-one careful stroke and loving stitch at a time.

TAFFY THE PAINTER
The very first doll ever stitched. Born from a broken heart, a patch of blue fabric, and a stubborn sense of hope. TaffyBear now watches over all other stitched spirits, quietly keeping the threads from unraveling.

TAFFY BEAR
Stitched in the quiet after TaffyBear, Raven was born from a forgotten feather, a bit of violet thread, and the lingering hush of dusk. She may be made of shadows - but her presence is a comfort. A reminder that even in silence, you're never alone.

RAVEN
Stitched on the first morning someone believed things might get better. Hope spreads joy wherever shadows linger. She doesn't erase sadness-but walks beside it, reminding you the light still exists.

HOPE
The doll who believes. Maribelle listens to every tear, every quiet hope stitched into the seams of others. She believes every broken piece still has magic. Her unicorn, Hope, never leaves her arms. Some say it's just a toy. Others swear it glows when no one is looking.

Maribelle
Poppy is the embodiment of cozy moments. With bubble tea in hand, she reminds others to slow down, sip something sweet, and find joy in the little things. Some say her boba never spills - no matter how bumpy the ride.

Poppy
Honeydip was stitched right after the last drop of glaze hit a warm donut. Best friends with Poppy, she brings sugary joy where she goes. She believes life is better with color, kindness, and sprinkles on top. One sip, one bite, and all your worries melt away.

Honeydip
The doll of midnight whimsy, stitched in the stillness of a moonless hour. Dahlia dances between shadow and thread - a stitched spirit born from mischief and mourning. Dahlia doesn't hide what she is. She embraces it. Because even the darkest dolls can dazzle if you dare to look closely.
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Dahlia
Kitt and Katt were sewn side by side, hear to heart never meant to be apart. Kitt, the blue cat, listens to the wishes. Katt, the pink cat, carries them. Together, they bring comfort where love feels frayed - two halves of one steady thread. They're never far from eachother...or the ones who need them most.

Kitt and Katt
Stitched beneath the shade of a mushroom cap, Mush is a quiet spirit of rest and renewal. No one knows how many wander the woods - only that each wear a different colored cap, and each offering the same comfort. Butterflies adore him and so do shy hearts. If you find Mush resting nearby, take it as a sign; you've stumbled into a patch of peace.

Mush
Some dolls are made from sorrow. Mina was stitched from silence, fraying at the seams where words used to be. But Bao was sewn to hold it all. Together they each eachother from unraveling and remind others that healing doesn't always need noise. Just presence.

Mina and Bao
Puddles was stitched through the magic of a raindrop. Puddles waits for rainy days. She says the frogs sing stories if you listen between the raindrops. Her stitches may be torn but her frog is whole - and that's all she needs to feel brave.

Puddles
The Dreamcatacher. With her bright button eyes and moon and star pajamas, Luna drifts between dreams, collecting stardust and stitched lullabies. Her cloud carries the soft hum of sleep and her key turns only when the night is quiet.
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