There were several good points to this trip, including:
1)The whole hospital bit was over by 9.30 because the clinics, scan department etc. were not in full swing and all was quiet and QUICK!
2) The transport home had been fixed for my at 2.30 so I had time for a little window shopping.
3) Shrewsbury is a lovely old medieval city with winding roads and small, interesting shops that still outnumber the same-old-same-old department and chain stores.
4) It is a reasonably wealthy area where the charity/thrift shops are still largely filled with such treasures as antique and vintage niknaks, linens, jewellery and books, great for a browse or trip down Memory Lane.
5) In what used to be two Tudor houses there is now the most wonderful fabric shop, carrying a huge range of fabrics and hard to find haberdashery.
In short, Shrewsbury is, by city standards, my idea of HEAVEN and, aside from my beloved home county town of York, the only city I could ever contemplate living in now.
The downside was that I had only taken a little money with me as I hadn't expected to go beyond the hospital grounds, but.....
..........close your eyes if you are sensitive. BEWARE! DOLLY NUDITY FOLLOWS!!!..............
............look who was lying in a box of bits and bobs, all priced at 50 pence!
S/he is an eleven jointed Hope doll by Robert Raikes. I have two of the dark wood Keisha version of this doll and paid a great deal more than 50p for them.
Though they are not as perfectly balanced as Max, the Schoenhut toddler is, or as some modern bjds are, s/he is not bad, being able to stand unsupported and having very posable arms. If I have a criticism about their design, it is that the legs are a little too thin for the body/head weight and give very slightly at the knees, but not enough for the doll to fall or crumple. However, I think Robert Raikes was aiming for as real proportions as possible to represent a pre-teen child.
Facially, the lips are rather too red for my taste, but that is easily solved. And the wood was a little dry until s/he took the usual bath that all my unpainted wooden dolls enjoy a couple of times a year.
Here s/he is, leaning on the bath tub! My uncle, who was a cabinet maker, introduced me to this as one of two fine furniture polishes he recommended and I have used it once a year on all our pieces of solid wood furniture ever since, with three or four applications of this in between.....
You might call the Liberon wooden dolly bubble bath and the Lord Shereton's their body lotion!
How ever I think of it, buying them ready-made beats the chore of all that melting of beeswax, adding smelly turpentine and then trying to make the sorry but efficacious mess smell better with a few drops of lavander oil, that horrible job that my Mum lovingly handed to me when I was about 12 years old! The wooden dolls seem to love it, too.
This isn't well posed, but shows that the doll stands if set up to stand with either both fet flat or with one foot flat and the other on tip toe, but only if the flat foot is turned inwards.
Generally, this little doll reminds me in shape of the Hornby Flower Fairy dolls my children had when they were little. Perhaps it is only the lack of hair but it seems more like the elf belonging to my son than the girl fairies my daughter collected. So, before I once again waste money on unuseable wigs - girl, or boy? I would like your input, please.
Looking at this photo again, my husband says he is a boy, and has named him Peter because he says the doll looks like Peter Pan in this pose. Do you agree?
All in all, I think I had a lucky find here. I'm a lover of all things wooden and feel wood lends itself well to doll making. My wonderful, adopted Grandpa Davy, who was actually my uncle's shepherd, used to carve little animals for me to play with and, when asked why he always made animals or people, not cars or some other little items, would say that a living thing is always waiting to be born out of what had once been part of a living tree, that an old life leaves a desire for a new life to come from it as it dies. He claimed he didn't actually make the animals, but that he just helped them to escape from the dying wood.
This is far from my only wooden doll but, at less than the price of a small chocolate bar, was definitely the cheapest I have ever found.