Isn't she beautiful? After cleaning house today I came upon her. A doll I have had since I was 7 years old. That makes her 32 years old this Spring. Damn, she looks good!
Well, not really... Upon closer inspection she has seen better days. Where her limbs went, I have no idea. Why have I kept her all of these years? I have no idea. I brought her downstairs, took this quick photo and for some reason cannot bring myself to put her in the garbage. What is wrong with me? Why do I want ot keep a one-arm, one-legged doll from 1976 with black marker on her face?
I'll keep you posted on how long she stands guard by the fireplace before I muster up the courage to send her packing.
I have had this old dresser vanity box since the summer. It has sat on my desk since August waiting for me to figure out what to do with it. Well, it finally came to me!
I tore out the fabric, removed the wooden blocks which were the mounts for the brush and comb set and then re-attached the fabric.
I used some of my vintage prescription paper to line the back and also added some pearls, a vintage brooch and some lace to dress it up.
And the vintage tin cups I bought last week were anxious to be put to good use...
I think it makes the perfect spot to hold your favorite rings, jewels, etc.