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The fairest of them all.

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Good morning, I wanted to share my first restoration photos of Snow White.

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When I first opened the box I couldn't believe how large, and old, she was. I have always dreamed of having a vintage Disney doll though. (She was cheap, so I jumped on it.)

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I took some before pictures, then painted her face with Hard Candy makeup and penciled in her brows. Everything is removable. I can't wait to paint her nails and make her some Disney-worthy clothes.

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It took a few tries to get her makeup right. The painted lashes under her brows remained. I managed to remove most of the crust around the inside of her eyes also.

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I checked on her this morning and was relieved to see her doing well, and I am mostly pleased with my latest makeup job.

Snow White is 22" tall and made of a very soft rubber/vinyl. Her hair is strong and wirey and holds up to a good brushing.

Mainly I was struck by her life-like-ness. Believe it or not, when I first saw her I did not think she was ugly. I looked straight into her eyes and felt distinctly that she was wise.

It struck me that the fairest of them all is changed by time and acquires a patina of wisdom.

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yuis said…
What a nice job you did on Snow White's makeup! She looks lovely and I agree... wise.
March 29, 2010 at 9:22 PM
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