Coming soon …

As I make plans to transport my precious family to the Turbine House, I consider them carefully. I have well over a hundred and each one has its own character, while they don’t all have names, they all have history and a story to tell. Given the opportunity I would wax lyrical ad infinitum about them as if they were my over indulged children.

I sculpted their bodies and clothed them to the finest degree.

This doll is called Margery she 6 years old and is a Goose Girl, she wears no shoes, and her frock is a hand-me-down and repaired again and a again by her granny. Each day after she has searched the hedges and hideaways for eggs, she takes the geese on to the heath to graze, in all weathers this is not an idyllic as it sounds. The heath is common land but increasingly the nearby landlord fences off areas and makes it private. Should Margery stray or dare to ‘trespass’ the punishment is very harsh; deportation to Australia is not unlikely.

Later in the day when Margery returns home, she goes with her mother, granny, and little brother to pick stones from the farmer’s field. The removal of the stones improves the soil, and the stones are used to repair the roads. The income from this back breaking and tedious task is minimal but goes a long way to help Mother buy clogs or pay for the repair of some hand-me-downs for Margery when she goes to school … very soon she hopes.