I am the doll collector’s worst nightmare. I feel a bit of guilt altering a doll that prevents it from ever being valuable as an original whatever, but not guilty enough. I will tamper until the doll comes alive for me.
I felt that I loved everything about my Sasha except the eyes. I have a thing about eyes that have life in them. A doll could have a nasty crack down it’s face or missing an leg, but if the eyes don’t light up, I am not having it.
It literally took 2 seconds to fix. I swished some copper enamel on a dry brush and added a dot of white. Because my Sasha was Caleb, a boy, I added two miniature eyelash dabs to the outside of the eyes to reflect girlishness. I did nothing else, but the effect was wonderful.
She smiled and said hello. Meet Ssanyo which means happiness.