This was my mom's doll when she was a little girl. I have always thought it was so special - especially since mom has always liked dolls. I am now wondering if there is a picture of her with the doll . . . I will have to ask her about that. I also just thought that I am going to have to ask her if she remember is she had a name for the doll. I believe my grandma made the doll clothes.
For some reason I have always liked the shoes.
I do not remember ever seeing this doll dress before - I am guessing it was also made for this doll. The fabric is so fine and delicate that I don't even want to iron it.
She didn't go in my suitcase . . . I put her in my carry on. She is so fragile. She actually in need of some repair. Her head needs to be reattached . . . which probably looked a little weird when they ran my carry on through at the airport. Right now I have her setting on the bed in my craft room . . . I actually just set her there to take these photos. Richard saw here sitting there and asked me if I was really going to leave her out. Everyone, myself included agree that she is more than a little spooky looking. (Even spookier when her head isn't attached). So if we wake up in the morning and she has moved . . . well, then she may not stay. LOL
I think we have watched too many scary movies.