I am not a fan of Gone With the Wind. When I was in high school, we had a requirement to read a certain number of books from their approved reading list. This was early 1980s Alabama, so the list was...limited. In frustration, I chose Gone With the Wind. The length of the book (over 1000 pages) was not initially a problem for me because I love to read. My problem was with Scarlett. She spent 1000 pages mooning and pining over Ashley. Ashley, Ashley, Ashley. Everything she did was so she could get to Ashley. By about page 100 I had determined that she was foolish, that she was wasting her (and my) time, and that she needed to get over this fixation and move on. But did that happen? NO! I read the rest of that book just waiting for Rhett Butler's famous blow-off line. I looked for it in every scene they had together. Little did I know that it came on the second to last page. By that time, I was through with Rhett, too. I was probably in my 30s before I saw the movie. Better, but still not a fan.
So a month ago when I was asked if I could make a Scarlett O'Hara-esque doll, my mouth said yes while my brain was screaming "It's Scarlett -- NO!" Nonetheless, here is the result: