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Porcelain dolls

I just bought Brigitte von Messner's book on porcelain doll creation, hoping it would help me with a repair. I feel like I found out just what I needed to know skimming it in Half Price Books, but there are patterns as well that are likely to fit some of her dolls I have, as well as other large dolls, that I want to re-costume.

I have found a replacement for my broken doll on eBay, which also happens to be broken. I was daunted about doing this at first, but I think it will be easy. My doll has a broken leg. Even though all of the pieces are present, they will not hold together with any glue I have tried, not even Super Glue. I was really disappointed, because even though this doll is not valuable, her artist is someone whose work I really admire, and I hated that I had destroyed one of his limited pieces. Finding this other doll on eBay recently was sheer luck, and in a sense, I am glad the other doll is broken and I have the chance to salvage them into one.

Reading through the book relieved me immediately. I have been pretty worried today about how to do this, or if I should even try. I have studied the leg jointure at length and realize now that the porcelain leg is simply tied to the cloth-stuffed body. It will be a simple matter of loosening the knot cinching the leg at a groove, replacing and retying.

I bought this doll six summers ago. Recently I have been completing an old diary and saw my notes on her, making me feel all the more like I want to bring her to life again.

I have also become interested in another kind of doll called Sophiadolls, but this is something only on the fringe of my consideration. Reading the story behind their creation brought a point glaring to life in my mind that has already been sore anyway. That is my indirect support of unhealthy image types in my choice of art, particularly dolls. I have always been aware that if I had the chance to buy a more realistic-looking woman image I would do so. However I feel now that in settling for less than what I believe in I have introduced a whole army of pieces into my home that now feel like my enemy.

The idea behind the Sophiadolls is faces and bodies resembling real women, combined with an educational force to young women. Each goddess is named with qualities, and the idea is that every woman choose her most appropriate goddess. Well, as a collector I'm not very much interested in the dolls as a learning tool, but I really love the doll Persephone. She is not like any other doll I have seen, and I think she is quite beautiful.

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