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daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

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October 11, 2005

vintage toys



introducing MaryAnn
I got MaryAnne under the Christmas tree from Santa when I was about 5. She was dressed in a little dress with shoes & socks and I thought I was made. She even walked *with my help of course* She didn't have name so I called her after my favourite uncle's wife. Oh how I loved that doll when I was small. She stood at the end of my bed on a special stand that my dad made for me. She would sit with me in the back of our car whenever we went out. She has the bluest of blue eyes, a sweet mouth and just the prettiest face. Unfortunately she also has what is known as 'cancer' . Her whole body is crazed and very brittle and some parts have started to break down. I am not sure if this can be stopped or even fixed.

The next Christmas, my nan had her dressed as a bride for me - with veil and even a dolly bouquet * sadly this has gone missing* I still have the veil but have just washed it in time for the wedding.

You see, ms*louisa is going to have her photo taken with Maryanne on her wedding day

6 Comments:

Blogger Laurie said...

Oh Robyn,
I had a doll very similar to this one! How I loved that doll~I think I wasn't much bigger than she was when I got her.
I love the idea of Louisa having her picture taken with her~

9:29 am  
Blogger Peggy said...

I too had a doll almost like yours except she had long brown hair tied back with a ribbon. I was 5 yrs old when I got her and like you took her everywhere. She walked with my help too. When I was 7 my sister got mad at me and cut her hair. I cried all day! I gave Miss Susie to my niece(Wendy) when she was 5 and she still has her and she is forty-ish. Thanks for bringing that memory back!!!

12:08 pm  
Blogger Amy said...

What a pretty doll, I remember my first doll, she was about the same size with long black hair and blue eyes and her name was Josephine, I also won first prize for the best dressed doll at school one day.

12:26 pm  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

I can't remember my first big doll, but have a picture of her. How amazing that you still have your doll!

2:25 pm  
Blogger Miss Robyn said...

Maggie Ann- I have nearly every toy that was special to me as a child. My mother is a hoarder.....hmm, I think there could be a family genetic trait somewhere there :)

3:02 pm  
Blogger Gina E. said...

Robyn, your doll can certainly be fixed. Possibly not close to where you live, but in Melbourne we have several 'doll hospitals'. I can vouch personally for one not far from us. One of my friends showed me a doll that was given to her daughter by an elderly lady when Colleen (the daughter) was very young. She nagged her mum about taking it to school, and eventually mum caved in, but with grave misgivings. The inevitable happened, and the doll was dropped, resulting in several damaged areas. My girlfriend took the doll away from daughter, and packed it away never to be seen again! I took it to the doll hospital, and they didn't bat an eyelid. I picked it up a month later looking as good as new! I know these people have an excellent reputation, and do work for people all over the country, so if you want to know more, email me and I will give you the details.

12:23 am  

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