When I was at the Canberra handmade market, I walked past a stall of a lovely lady who makes Waldorf dolls. I stopped, had a chat and moved on. And went back. And went back again, until I knew I couldn't leave one particular doll behind, and had to take her home for Ivy's first birthday.
I've always admired Waldorf dolls, with their handmade clothes and sweet handsewn hair.
They inspire imagination by being simple, and this one, Janie, I hope will be around for a long time.
I had a couple of special dolls as a kid, and I still have them. We even have a doll that belonged to Adam's Grandmother here. So I think we'll be a good home for Janie… If she can survive Ivy trying on her clothes and carrying her around by the hair!
So perhaps I'll just step in as foster mother until Ivy is a bit older and can look after her.
Really, I bought her for Ivy, really I did.
I love that doll.