We are finally settled in our new flat in Scotland. Wow, what a journey that has been. I won’t write about it here, if you are interested, the on-going saga, it is all here with lots of photo’s. http://thepotatowife.wordpress.com/
But for this blog, I will show my UK dolly experiences.
The first experience was on Portobello Road in Earls Court, London. This is an antique market that is filled with shops and stalls. There was one lady in particular I wanted to meet, she has all antique dolls and when we found her, I was in seventh heaven, as I got to personally handle the most exquisite dolls on earth. Bru’s, Juneau’s, a darling automaton, and many more. I about fainted from the delight of it. None were under £4000 and so there was no hope I would ever have one. Two I handled were all originals, at £6000 each. Sigh. She is here:
Reluctantly we moved on and I of course had my eye peeked for a doll, but none were found. I saw a few tinies, all over priced and not in good enough condition. One ultra tiny china head caught my eye and the seller let me have her for £4.
She is dug up girl, but I liked her features and she had so much personality for such a tiny head. Someday I will carve a body for her. I marvelled thinking about who once played with her and how she ended up buried. The seller was overly eager to tell me the name of the dump site and that it was closed in 1892, which led me to think it was all talk and really of no consequence. She was not an investment by any means and china heads were as common as pennies. Still, I love her face and someday I will make her live again.
The next experience was at Harrods in London. I was dismally annoyed that the huge toy department had NOTHING exquisite as they do in most of their departments. Where were all the fine dolls from all over the world? I was so annoyed I swore I would never set foot in Harrods again. Even Dayton’s in Minneapolis had a doll section back in the 1980’s that had dolls I had to save all year for to buy my daughter for Christmas. Anyway, the only doll I did see and was very taken by was a boy Kids n Kats.
He was delicate in face features, I loved the posability (they had one in a glass case and I asked to handle it, so I got a chance to test all the joints). These dolls are much smaller and more petite than American Girl and the face on the boy was so delicate and fine. I really wanted him, but at Harrod’s prices, I could not. We are not in the doll buying mode, husband gently reminded me. Sigh. I really wanted him. I did not care as much for the girls for some reason.
So I left, feeling sorry for myself. No more dolls? I guess we made the decision to move here and that means being very thrifty until we know what the end result will be.
While we were in Weston Super Mare, we had finished dinner in a pub and walking back to the car. We walked passed a game shop that had both new and used character toys. I found Indiana Jones, by only seeing his feet on a bottom shelf. I had to have him. He is much larger than a GI Joe, fully dressed, but missing his rope, hat and pistol. I don’t know what else came with him.
he talks, says three things, one of which is ‘’SNAKES, WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SNAKES?’’
I though at first he may be almost the same size as Yorik, but he is smaller.
Not that it matters. I found myself enjoying Indiana Jones, he poses quite well, had double joints in his knees and enough personality in his face to amuse me. I am thinking of making him a leather hat when I get my supplies.
The last experience came with staying at a wonderful inn, in Carlton. Here, I was inspired to take Yorik out back and just photograph him.
I didn’t have anything in mind, other than to just spend some one on one time with him. He needed to get out anyways, he has spent too much time tucked in a travel bag anyways.
I then took a couple of the dolls I have right now, each giving me a unique thing that only they can give.
In the bedroom window sill of the Inn.
What a goofy face. Love it.
Once we moved into the flat, I put the boys on top of my wardrobe until I have time to play. The vinyl china head girl I have by my bed. I have been looking at her as I fall asleep at night.
In a few days, after the craziness of all the things we are trying to get done settles down, I will start playing again. I want to name the lady doll and I think Indiana Jones may have either a new nickname or perhaps another name so I am not obligated to a certain personality. But who knows where that will go….I think he is just glad to get out from under all the aliens and the Star Wars fleet.
Word is that our boxes (all my dollies and sewing machine and TOYS) will arrive in Glasgow on June 30th and be de
livered about 2 weeks after that. I am practically frothing at the mouth to get my hands on my sewing machine. Over a year now since I have sewn on it….I am having withdrawals! Oh, and there was a shop that had hundreds of antique sewing machines….I was really delirious with happiness seeing them all. Husband had to drag me away.