I’ve been meaning to write this up earlier, but life keeps getting in the way. It’s is now 4 1/2 weeks before I leave, time is ticking away so much faster than I thought it would.
Most of the furniture was picked up last week, husband is sleeping on an air mattress on the floor. Daughter wants the TV, dining room table and my leather chair. We will put those things in a storage unit for her to pick up later. They will not be staying in Hawaii, but don’t have their orders yet. All that is left is a glass top desk, file cabinet and the chair and misc. householdy stuff. The doll room will be a huge challenge for me and I am sure we will have our moments of upset as we try and choose the things to keep. For the most part, everything seems to be on schedule with all the selling and hopefully the dinnerware (huge amount) and the car will find buyers closer to April.
What I wanted to mention was this incredibly intense thing I went through for a few weeks. I longed for something, but did not know what it was. I mean I was on a mad hunt for a doll but could not find it. I found many that I liked, but not enough to try and talk my husband into it. I would have strong reservations because I knew now was about the most impractical time to even consider a new doll when I have yet to lessen the few I have at home. In moments of crazy desire, I would run upstairs and grab Evie or Yorik and I knew instantly that I had exactly who I wanted to have. They are perfect in every way, and why I was searching so hard was beyond me. But on it went, and periodically I would be relieved when I held my companions and be comforted that I was not going to lose them. Part of the problem is not being able to have them sitting by my computer anymore, as the baby is at the grabby stage and we have had some near disasters in them being grabbed faster that I could react. So they stay upstairs and I miss them. Since Evie received her new hair and eyes, she has blossomed so much that I am awe struck by her. I sometimes just sit her on my pillow at night and gaze into her eyes. There is no longer any trace of sallowness in her skin, sadness in her eyes, nor is there any need to change her further. I utterly adore her like never before. I have been wanting to write about this, but I simply fail at finding the right words. Evie has become everything to me. If I could find any fault it is just the desire to take her about with me. I still want a travel companion, one that could stand the sun and weather and being tousled about in a purse.
Then I came across a tiny doll late one night. She was so incredible! I had never seen one like her and I fell in love. Tiny, less than 4 inches high, she is an antique glazed china full china body doll. I did some research and I am guessing she could be between 1850 and 1870. I will try and find more about her, but they can be pretty elusive. She is not marked that I can see. My second guess is that she is French or made for the French market. Possibly a dollhouse doll or pocket doll but those really came into popularity much later in the 1800’s. If anyone knows more, I would love to hear your opinion. I will write more about how I came to these conclusions in another future post. If you can, enlarge the photo to see the incredible detail on her boot.
She has a missing lower leg and foot. Her face is not easy to see in the seller’s photograph, but I detect real potential in her sculpting even though the paint is long gone. She had once worn a wig as there is no hair detail. It appears one arm may be more bent than the other. I had to have her. Amazingly I was the only one to bid on her and I saw that she had only had 10 views. Wow! Could no one else see her potential? lol.
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There is wonderful modelling to her body and face for this tiny size.
I tried to blow up the photo a bit, I swear I see a smile!
I added some photoshopping face colour to see how she would appear with a bit of a face up. Being glazed china, I could add glass paint to refresh her without it being permanent. I found a great tutorial on making a wig in this size and I already used some of my own hair and made the tiny swatches. I will post photo’s on how I do it when she gets here. I would rather find a mohair wig, but since I have some at home and I will be home soon, I don’t want to invest in anything right now. I am NOT looking forward to making clothes for her and I am desperately hoping she is not a clothes horse. I dislike sewing so small. Maybe a crochet dress and hair will be enough. (Fingers crossed).
I had also found a fabulous vintage Japanese box to carry her in in a thrift shop.
Sorry, bad photo, it is a small lacquer box with silk lining, both the top and the bottom are padded. The delicate scenery in the shadow box lid is wonderfully deep and layered in 3D style with a pagoda and 2 white cranes. I made an angora blanket and a pillow stuffed with feathers to welcome her home with. I just need to make a padded bag to put the box in so that it doesn’t get scratched up in my purse.
What my thoughts on her is that she would make a wonderful travel about companion, someone so small that she could go into a purse or pocket with ease. I could photograph her anywhere and never worry about the sun or the sand, wet or cold. Her missing limb doesn’t bother me in the least and I may just carve her a nice peg leg if she would like one. I would love to know what happened to her, when it happened and all of the things she has seen through time. She is small enough for me to be able to hold her during my flights, take with me when taking walks.
I am so excited! I also bought Evie the same size doll but in vinyl so she won’t feel like I am bringing in an OTHER. I told her we could play dollies together! I think she likes the idea even though she looked at me with that sceptical look.