This is Danielle*:
You can see she is not in the best of shape. We're not sure if she originally belonged to my grandmother or great-grandmother, but my mother, the youngest of her siblings, remembers playing with this doll as a child. She wasn't broken at that point. though her paint had been getting a little shabby.
Then along came a string of cousins, and without my grandmother around to teach them to play gently with poor Danielle...well you see the problem. She is only composition, and that's not the sturdiest of materials!
I tried hiding her around my grandfather's house, lying on pillows and wrapped in blankets, but those boys always found her! So I smuggled her home.
I did get permission once the deed was done, but honestly, I felt poor Danielle's well-being was at risk! LOL
So she has lived with me ever since. She's wearing a hand-made dress, which was likely made by my grandmother, but no one is sure. The Nephews think she's creepy, but Nieceling doesn't. :)
As you can see, her injuries have not slowed her down in the slightest!
I don't believe her strings have ever been tightened, but there she is, standing on her own, steady as a rock. And that is despite having lost about half of one of her feet!
I haven't had much to post lately. Work has been very busy, and I hurt my back somehow. It is getting better now though! Perhaps I will muster the enthusiasm to sew all those snaps on Hope's clothes. She keeps me company at my desk, but would probably enjoy being in some pictures too. ;)
*I'm quite certain that is not her original name, but no one could tell me what she was called earlier in her life. Since I was three, and had a friend named Danielle, she became Danielle as well! Actually, she's very lucky, since most of my naming choices around that age were things like "Pinky" "Browny" "Reddy", and "Mouse". LOL Mouse might have been taken as an expression of creativity, but sadly, Mouse was in fact a small stuffed mouse.