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