Colette spends her minutes, hours and days reading in the vast domed library of her ancestral family home. Each page is a revelation, each word full of new possibilities and dreams. From dawn till dusk she can be found curled infront of a warm log fire, lost in the imaginations of writers long since gone.
She is soooo beautiful. What a lovely face.
Posted by: Carol | 28 October 2008 at 12:02 PM
HI Gillian
Hey are these the two dolls you brought last week? They look great. Hope to see you at Southwell this saturday x
Posted by: sue | 29 October 2008 at 08:39 PM
OOOh such beautiful dolls!
I love the one with the birdcage. I love birdcages!
Posted by: Giulia | 14 November 2008 at 05:46 PM