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I live in a small village and there are few stores here.  There is a Semi-Chem and a haberdashery called Y Pay More.  I was on the hunt for shampoo for me and something to curl Rosey’s hair with.  Strangely, in Semi-Chem, there weren’t any rollers, only electric hot irons.  At Y Pay More I was able to find a package of small hair rollers for £1.49.   They were pretty vintage as is most of the junk valuables in the store.  They had the plastic stick pins and I certainly remember them from my childhood!  I was so happy the only only ones they had were a perfect size for Rosey.  I damp set her hair and it turned out so sweet!  I love it!  Even my husband laughed seeing her in rollers and said she looked so pretty this morning. 

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I have played around with some black and white photo’s  of Rosey whenever I take too many and don’t care if a few can be messed with.  Whenever I see her in black and white, it brings a rush of my childhood back to me.  I wasn’t quite sure why she has this affect on me, and then this morning, as I was feeling this surge of emotion in seeing this photo in particular…… I connected the dot!

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My Chatty Cathy!  OMG!  I did not realize the pull/connection!  On my 5th or 6th birthday, I received a Chatty Cathy.  She had been imported from America and I do believe I was the only Danish girl to have one at the time.  My friends were in awe of her and I was so proud!  I remember coming home from Kindergarten and in the entryway she was standing on the console and my heart leaped in joy.  That is the first remembrance I had about feeling passionate towards a doll.  I loved that doll.  She was a true companion.  I talked to her and spent hours playing in a fantasy world with her.  I do not remember how long I had her, but one day my cousins came to visit, saw how much she meant to me, and being boys they grabbed her throwing her around to keep her out of my reach until she landed on the cement garage floor and shattered.  I remember the pain and hurt I felt.  I felt as shattered as my doll.

The only other doll that meant something to me was a baby doll I received for Christmas after Chatty was killed.   (Wow, I can’t believe I just typed that, I was about to erase it, but I am leaving it.  Freudian slip I suppose.)  Killed.  Yes, that is how it felt to lose her.  It makes me wonder why my parents didn’t get me another one.  I remember my grandfather bringing me a succession of dolls from Germany, but they did not stir me.  In fact, I thought them cold and plastic looking.  (Sorry, Grandfather).

DSC03437 That is me with Susan.  I had that doll for many years and eventually my daughter played with her too.  I have never found another one, I have no idea who made her, I suspect she was Italian.   While she was my everything, she was a baby and did not hold the companionship factor.  She was a huggable, loveable doll and I played at mothering her.  But other than the play talk of being a mother to a baby, there wasn’t the companionship I felt for Chatty Cathy.  There must be a photo of me somewhere with Chatty?  Wish I had one.

Coming back to dolls as an adult, I often thought about replacing her with a vintage Chatty Cathy, but it just didn’t happen.  I bid on a few, but lost.  I saw how popular she is with adult collectors and her price can quickly rise out of my league.  I hesitated because at the time, I was not sure I wanted a mixed material (hard plastic and soft vinyl) doll and being so enamoured of multiple joints, I wasn’t sure I would like to go back to a simple and inflexible doll.  So while I occasionally went back and looked at those available on eBay, something always held me in reserve.  I finally gave up.

My Chatty was a brunette with brown eyes, just like the one in the above photo.  My daughter and granddaughter have dark brown hair and brown eyes.  I suppose somehow all this is imbedded in Rosey?  It doesn’t really matter, but the connection is there, somehow, someway.  Seeing Rosey in a black and white photo made all those memories of a companion of long ago come flooding back.  How utterly strange and remarkable loving a doll can be. 

And while the thought is just within reach, I wonder if the love I have had for my other dolls was based more on their awesomeness, their beauty, their near-unattainableness (price, rarity, etc.).  In some ways, there is a thrill that comes with acquisition of something of value (for whatever reason).  I was clearly seeking dreamy perfection in a doll in those days.

Rosey was a damaged, wigless, urchin that had little value as she
was.  My love (need) for her seems different than with the others.  I remember when I came back from Hawaii, how I went into my doll room and grabbed her first and couldn’t let go.  I had tried two Zwergnases while in Hawaii, even had my beloved Evie sent to me, found a thrill in Yorik….but I came home and swooped up Rosey.  She was the doll I bought while still trucking and kept coming home to work on, but never had much time to let her develop. 

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2012-03-20 007 I knew she had potential.  I kept trying.  While all the different looks were ok, I felt something wasn’t quite right.   Nothing really came to me until the last transformation:

2012-09-29 005 I am just floored at the resemblance to my old Chatty.  As she moved away from the typical Schoenhut look, she looked more and more like the love of my life….dolly-wise!  lol.



Jollyann’s Room and Misc Projects

Sept 29, 2010

Evie had to give up her little bathroom and the space was converted into a small room for my Schoenhut, who finally chose the name of Jollyann

This space is on the other side of Evie’s trunk room.  I gave Jollyann the grandfather clock, the dresser I recently found, the plaid stuffed chair and a cat on a velvet pillow.  I also had an antique box of chocolates that she can nibble on, which is on a petit point music box, so that she has music to listen to.  She has a an antique bisque rabbit on her dresser, which a glass mosaic picture frame, which we will put antique photo in it when we get more ink for the printer.  Click to enlarge any photo.  The clock and dresser look small in comparison to Jollyann, but that is just the camera angle.

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Evie, in the meantime now has a desk and the window is now between the two rooms, providing a wall.  You can see Jollyann’s hair and bow in the window from Evie’s side.  I will make curtains for the window today.  I get such a delight in creating rooms for my dolls, especially when they all have “make-do” things from around the house or thrift shops. 

DSC09184 I will eventually find a better base for the desk, right now it is just a blue trunk.  It will be fun to see if they use this window to communicate.

DSC09209 My little lady from India now has her own space, a primitive cook stove, and as I find objects for her, I am putting them on the ledge until I can find the right combinations for her.

DSC09208 Here is my sewing closet, and the rooms for the little ones above on the shelf.

DSC09210 Olivia has the most cheerful room.  Fits her personality to a T.

DSC09213 The Bottoms Up bar is coming along nicely.

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All of these rooms (there are more, but I have already shown them) will all get worked on over time, waiting until I have found the right scrap book papers for the walls and so on.  It’s tempting to get them all done now, but I need projects for the future and it’s best to get a feel for it before putting in the cost and labour.

Evie’s lovely dark hair has really made a profound difference and I cannot hardly believe the intensity of it.  It is like she found herself and I could feel it.  It wasn’t just because she had on a cute wig or pretty eyes, it was like this particular wig brought out all of her personality in a very firm and direct way.  I am stumbling for the right words.  It’s strange that in a way, each time I see younger Evie in a wig style or colour that the older Evie wore, it brings me just that much closer to her.  Yet this wig, brings out more than just looking like the long dark wig old Evie once wore.  It’s like there no longer needs to be a resemblance to her old self.  She is no longer a reminder, she IS Evie as she always has been.  It has been a month since I mailed old Evie’s body out and I have not thought about at all since. 

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I have made a lot of winter clothes for her, today I will be finishing the clothes with snaps, buttons and any extra trims they might need.  I am using both modern and vintage fabrics and trims, the dress above is made from an old pair of my jeans and vintage trim.  I had exactly just enough of this trim to finish the neckline, waist and sleeves.  I will take photo’s as I finish each garment. 

Walkin Ins. Who Knew?

I have been reading about soul transference.  Quite interesting.  An excerpt:


When the individuated, embodied part of Spirit, the Soul, has completed what it set out to accomplish in a lifetime, it has three basic options: take on a new life goal (Reincarnation-in-Same-Body), die, or walk out. If the Soul chooses to walk out, an agreement is made with another Soul to walk-in and continue the embodiment. This is not possession. It is not a requirement that a person be a walk-in to ascend. It is simply an individual agreement and another way of entering onto the planet.

There are many reasons for a Soul to walk-in but the main one is that it is usually quicker to integrate a new Soul into a new body than it is to grow a body from scratch.

And this one:

Usually, there is a “try-on” period of a few days or weeks or months when the new soul tries on the body before the actual transfer. The personality may or may not be aware as it often occurs while sleeping, meditating or channeling.


The one thing that walk-ins have found necessary is to be very gentle with their physical bodies. The body is not a vehicle but a co-creative partner in our life experiences. It takes time for the physical body to work through feelings of dying, rejection, abandonment and grief. But when the body consciousness understands that the walk-in Soul consciously chose this body, loves this body, and is willing to work as a partner with this body, then miracles can happen.

Wow.  I wonder how Greer has coached Evie in this?  Will this happen before I meet Seola?  Do I have to be there for it to happen?  And who decides the right moment?  I will have to do more reading.