Some Of My Girls.....

Why can't I stop at just one?

It's an addiction affliction....

You know.....if one is "good," then "more than one is even better"???

Ummm....yeah.  That would be my philosophy.

I have this "problem"....with "collections."  If I have "one" of something, you can bet I probably have a mitt-full.  So, I thought, perhaps, I might amuse (annoy?) you (on a monthly-or-so basis?) by "sharing" some of my collections with you.  You know, kinda like a support group kinda thing?  Well, we'll see how it goes.

 For the debut collection, I thought I'd share some of my "girls."  Antique peg dolls.  Also called "Grodnertal" dolls, as this was the region (Groden Valley, Grodner Tal, and South Tyrol) in the Alps from whence the home industry that introduced them hailed.  They are actually some of the oldest surviving dolls. Generally, their heads and bodies were lathe-turned as one piece and they had simple peg joints, although some of the larger dolls had ball joints and even swivel waists.  They had elongated, graceful, proportions, nicely carved details, and usually sported painted slippers.  The dolls were sold undressed ("neked!") - and young girls would then make their clothing from scraps of fabric.

Somehow, they capture my heart.....A very queer mixture of infancy and matronliness in their little wooden faces.

Each is different.....

With their own unique personality.....

The shy, demure one....

The matronly, "simple," one....

The practical, serious, one.....

The sweet, kindly, one.....

  The haughty, pissed-off, one.....

And some are even more precious because they've been loved:

 

 But how I long for a real "tuck-comb" one:

 

After all, we're never too old to play with dolls.....