Original Artwork by Hana Evans
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Welcome to the bouncy world of HuggaMamas,
unique handcrafted Goddess dolls






Each individually handmade from various sensual textile materials incl. silk velvet, crushed velvet, stretchy cotton, fake animal skins...

The doll is then stuffed with a fire resistant polyester filling, sculpted by quilting techniques and finally decorated with creative embroidery, beads, applique, glitter paint etc.

A usual part of each doll is a pouch from a see-through material intended for your items to make her even more personal, i.e. pot pourri, crystals, a piece of poetry?

When made to commission I follow your requirements regarding colour and/or theme of your goddess (i.e. abundance g., moon g., grief doll or a child's toy...) In some cases I undergo a shamanic journey to seek an inspiration with deeper messages for the customer.

A typical HuggaMama...
- is just over 40 cm tall
- weighs about 270g
- costs between 45 - 80
(depending on the extent of embellishment)
UK 3
Europe 4.20
World zone 1 6.50
World zone 2 7

If you request insurance and registered mail, let me know and I will email you with the cost. You can calculate your own at the Royal Mail site.


please contact Hana Evans.

Venus of Dolni Vestonice

Based on a 26.000-years-old female figurine, Venus of Dolni Vestonice
(Czech Republic)

This 4 1/2 inches so called fertility figure, one of the oldest depictions of a woman and oldest pieces of pottery ever found,  was kneaded from local clay mixed with bone ashes. Whilst there were many ancient representations of Mother Goddess found all over Europe, this one comes from the country of my birth and so became an artistic inspiration especially dear to my heart.


Read a personal account of a journey to Dolni Vestonice

Lady of Avalon HuggaMama
At the Goddess Conference 2004, UK

"...The body is a multilingual being. It speaks through its colour and its temperature, the flush of recognition, the glow of love, the ash of pain, the heat of arousal, the coldness of nonconviction. It speaks through its tiny dance, sometimes swaying, sometimes a-jitter, sometimes trembling. It speaks through the leaping of the heart, the falling of the spirit, the pit at the centre, and rising hope.


The body remembers, the bones remember, the joints remember, even the little finger remembers. Memory is lodged in pictures and feelings in the cells themselves. Like a sponge filled with water, anywhere the flesh is pressed, wrung, even touched slightly, a memory may flow out in a stream.


To confine the beauty and value of the body to anything less than this magnificence is to force the body to live without its rightful spirit, its rightful form, its right to exultation. To be thought ugly or unacceptable because  ones beauty is outside the current fashion is deeply wounding to the natural joy that belongs to the wild nature...."

"(My) second awakening (to the power of the body) involved a much older woman. Her hips were, according to common standard, too pear-shaped, her bosom very tiny in comparison, and she had thin purple little veins all over her thighs, a long scar from a serious surgery going around her body from rib cage to spine in the manner in which apples are peeled. Her waist was perhaps four hands wide.


It was a mystery why men buzzed about her as though she were a honeycomb. They wanted to take a bite out of her pear thighs, they wanted to lick that scar, hold that chest, lay their cheeks upon her spidery veins. Her smile was dazzling, her gait so beautiful, and when her eyes looked, they truly took in what they were looking at. I saw again what I have been taught to ignore, the power in the body. The cultural power of the body is its beauty, but power in the body is rare, for most have chased it away with their torture of or embarrassment by the flesh.


It is in this light that the wildish woman can inquire into the numinosity of her own body and understand it not as a dumbbell that we are sentenced to carry for life, not as a beast of burden, pampered or otherwise, who carries us around for life, but as a series of doors and dreams and poems through which we can learn and know all manner of things. In the wild psyche, body is understood as a being in its own right, one who loves us, depends on us, one to whom we are sometimes mother, and who sometimes is mother to us."


From Women who run with the wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes




HuggaMama Tribut to Marija Gimbutas



Sacred bull
Mysteries of the womb

My Bridie doll
We made dolls on our training to represent Goddess Brigit for us. Mine is definitely fiery!

Knossos the snake
Luxurious and sensual serpent named after a Cretan bronze age palace, place of snake goddess worship

Void Dancer Hag
Long and thin, bony and withered, she dances in the Darkness of the Void