When I was a little girl I desperately wanted to be a gypsy.
There was a family at my school and to me they were a family of gypsies, there seemed to be a whole tribe of them, all dressed in not quite school uniform, sometimes coming to school without shoes.
They lived by their own code and they fascinated me.
Several of them had beautiful tousled messy curly hair, just like I thought a gypsy would have. Their names were not like everyone else's names, the littlest one I remember was called Ches, short for Chester I think.
This doll is my gypsy child, Ches
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So wild,and free, just like a gypsy, cheers Marie
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed your blog. The dolls are just beautiful -- so much of what's missing in toys on the store shelves.
ReplyDeleteI did my first Dolly Days Friday post! I've been wanting to for a while now. If you go back a few more posts on my blog you will see little Immy in the outfit that I knit for her too!
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Beautiful!
ReplyDeletereminds me of a book I reread recently that I love so much: Diddakoi by Rumer Godden. About a little gypsy girl and the trials she goes through trying to adjust to school life and life in a house. Includes clothing and wagon descriptions - it's really good!
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