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It was 1846.

Leslie and Caroline (6)

"The wind was hard and fast, howling against the immovable keep. Within lights glowed. Like beacons the panes of illuminated glass dazzled my eyes, so cold I thought surely they had frozen open.

I knew not myself. I knew not my hands, which hung as exanimate wraiths from my arms. My clothes, dull rags, twisted around me, and it seemed they made no difference against the ice and the wind.

I felt myself drawn into the warmth of the keep. I was past gratitude-nay, not past-but I knew that I had been reduced to a bestial state. I was too ashamed of myself and my imposition to look my benefactor in the face."

Leslie and Caroline

Leslie and Caroline (2)

Leslie and Caroline (4) 

It was thus that we found "Caroline." I saw her in the St. Vincent de Paul resale shop and was captivated by her forlorn looks. I gathered her limp body in my arms, and Leslie and I brought her home.

In the sewing room I removed her wig, dismantled her limbs, and after eyeing her stuffing decided to discard it along with the wig. I took her body pieces apart to use as pattern for a new body.

After giving her porcelain parts a good scrubbing she looks good as new. The question is, can I make her a competent new body?

Leslie and Caroline (5)

Comments

yuis said…
I admire Leslie's neck ornament; it is very princely. Caroline is beautiful!
Amanda said…
Thanks so much! The necklace was a doll convention gift from years ago. I really like it.
yuis said…
A wonderful gift! Lady Caroline looks like a doll I saw at the thrift store a few weeks ago. I almost rescued her, but she was a little big. I need to keep under 16 inches with my dolls for lack of space.
Amanda said…
I feel like I have seen this doll before also. Yes, she is definitely around 16" if not a little bigger.
yuis said…
I think they were made in the 60's...

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