The new little girl is fascinating and irrepressible. Each and every time I look at her, I feel I have stumbled upon an unexpected gem. Those eyes, I gazed at her for a long time as I fell asleep last night. They were brilliantly blue, sparkled with life. I am so close to calling her Vivian which means ‘’life’’. Yet there is a nagging feeling I ought to let her be my long lost Alice. She has the look, the wild hair and the where-with-all to be a perfect Alice. She almost could be that Tenniel drawing I so clung to as a child. It was my personal dream world and I have always wanted an Alice of my own. What makes me hesitate is the sitting legs and age. Although modern productions have made Alice much older than she was in the story and I have read that the real Alice and the model Tenniel used for Alice were both about 5-7 years old, I hesitate to have too young of a girl for my dream Alice. Perhaps it would be a challenge of sorts, to use a doll companion that wasn’t able to stand directly. I suppose I could create the illusion.
I will give it a bit more thought. I still searching through lists of names, wondering if she ought to be Scottish, or represent the UK in anyway, or maybe just be a sweet thing with an unusual name. Whatever or whomever she will be, it is taking time and I am okay with that.
I took more photo’s after I finally undressed her.
On these last two photo’s, see how her shoulder plate is not attached to her body? I have pressed the body for the photo, but it is pretty clear on the gapping. In fact the plate is too far away from the body and I worry about it being vulnerable to breakage. I could make her plumper in order to brace or fill the gap, but her head stringing is inside her body and I am not at all familiar on how that works.
Her body is well made and I hesitate to mess with it. So for now, I am not changing anything. Of course I fantasize about her having a perfectly formed wooden body, but I am not that skilled to accomplish it.
Still, even with this small drawback, I am entranced by her and cannot seem to leave her side. Sometimes she looks like a little troll, sometimes a fairy and often just like a little girl with unusual eyes. My imagination kicks in, and to me, that is what a doll is all about.
I picked up the little girl I bought while still in America, but asked the seller to wait to mail her until I was in the UK. Our post office is only open from 9-12 week days, and 8-11 on Saturday, so I’ll have to be quick to get packages! At least it is just down the street. She is coming from Canada.
I have no clue who made her. She is well done, blushing is perfect and although I am not much for porcelain type dolls, there is something about her that I like. I also like the smallness, the well shaped feet are adorable. She is 12 inches.
She came with a fabulous beaded Victorian purse and hat and a strand of pearls, but I think I will save those for Evie. The shoes are too large for her, but they will fit my Schoenhut and perhaps Sasha.
Now I have a little girl to fuss over until all the others arrive mid summer. Oh, and we stopped at a charity shop for a book, and while I was looking at some yarn they had for £1.95 each (I was actually just noting in my mind that I could have a quick source of dolly yarn if needed right around the corner from where I live) and the clerk said he had something just for me! He brought out a large boxed filled with gorgeous yarns, all quality and plenty for wool and mohair, enough in the same colours for a couple of adult sweaters and tons of dolly ones and he looked at me and said…it just came in, you can have it for 5 quid. YES!!!! Husband shook his head, but paid for it and carried it home too. Happiness! I’ll take a photo later, I already put it away for now.
We took a long walk this morning, we have Robertson Park just down the street. We walked through it and I saw a pond. As we approached I told my husband that for this place to be perfect, there should be a swan. As we got closer, there was one, NESTING in a tiny island in the middle of the pond! I nearly fainted from happiness! I will definitely take a photo tomorrow. I can’t wait to see the babies! It is a lovely park too, a perfect place to come to relax, have a lunch and knit or read. I can’t get over how perfect this place is for us. We are already hoping to stay longer than 6 months, husband said he will soon start looking for a job and see if it is possible. It is my turn to take a break from working, so it is up to him to carry the load for awhile. If we stay, it will mean penny pinching and I am okay with that. I am happy just knowing my sewing machine is eventually going to be here and I have a big box of yarn to play with. I should be content for a long while yet.