I used to be embarrassed about my doll collecting. Now I am not and I enjoyed being able to show family members my doll room when they were here last year.
“We used to have dolls like this.” one of my sister-in-law’s said looking at the two Scottish dolls.
“These are your dolls.” I told her. They had given me the dolls a few years previously when David and I last visited Adelaide. This was how they looked when they arrived after having been stored for many years.
This is how the girls look now. You can read about the fixing up process in my post “One Scottish Dolly”
I was glad that I’d taken the time to fix them up a bit although I still need to make a sporran and a hat for the one with the blue jacket,and find them both some shoes. The two little Roddy dolls are living quite happily with the rest of the British dolls but I am sure they were glad to see their original “mothers” again.
Happy birthday Libby and Lou and thanks for letting me have your old dolls.
They’re so cute 🙂 my family are kind of in denial about me being a doll collector (not my live-with family, the others I mean). They know, but I think they try not to mention it too often … Well, maybe that’s just just because I go on and on about if I’m given a chance! 🙂
Your live with family are used to it I expect, the rest. Well some people think dolls are creepy. Go figure.
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