Frances, Volks Super Dollfie Cute Kaede (2019)

Name: Frances

Maker / Sculpt: Volks Super Dollfie Cute Kaede, released at Dolls Party 11 on August 1, 2004.

History / Reasons for Purchase: Purchased from Dollyteria. I purchased her in part to provide a body for my Super Dollfie Cute Kurenai. However, when I saw a SDC Kaede listed on Dollyteria with original face-up and all of her original box, paperwork, clothing, accessories, and wigs, I couldn't pass up on the chance for the price offered.

Date of Arrival: October 4, 2019

Age: 15

Eye color: Dark blue

Hair color: Tawny blonde

Flower: Chamomile, peace

Gemstone: Sapphire, strength

Animal: Red-tailed hawk, guardian

Major Arcana card: The Fool, beginnings

Loves: Country life, diners, pie, ice cream, antique and resale shopping, poodle skirts, 1940s and 1950s ephemera.

Background: Frances has a friendly, open personality. She isn't linked to any of my fictional characters, but instead, lives in my present-day location, and so experiences the local rural surroundings.

Since she wasn't a doll whose character I developed before her arrival, I'm waiting to discover more about her character after spending more time with her.

Comments

Fanchon

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