Friday, February 17, 2017
Which is not to say I'll turn one down if it appears, especially if it's time and labor intensive, with the added bonus of being fragile and hard to handle.
About 25 years ago, I purchased my first antique doll. There used to be a shop on Philly's antique row that specialized in dolls. I fogged their front window for ages before I got up the nerve to go in.
My first doll is part of the group photo below, the one in pink. When I bought her, she had no clothes. I happily took on the challenge of Edwardian era children's clothing, scrounging vintage fabrics and trims at flea markets.
One doll led to another. When I bought my house, I sold a few of the girls, the more valuable ones, but I kept my favorites.
I haven't had an urge to add to the family for ages.
I was doing good, not spending, until I saw her. No shoes, no original clothing, wig in desperate need of a wash, but the bones were there. Beautiful face, body in excellent condition with no need of restringing, and a maker (Gans & Seyfarth) I didn't have.
The price was okay but not fabulous. Considering what she needed, I tried bargaining. Which worked, because the seller wanted to get rid of her and his wife wasn't there to veto the price drop.
So now I have a project. She needs a new hairstyle, underwear, shoes, clothing and a hat.
So, not much. I can do that in my spare time, right?