introducing annabelle

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The antique fair greeted us with a smell of mustiness and old-age. {as an aside, husband informs me that the old-age smell is a real smell ... who knew?!} The hall was full of tables, which in turn were full of all sorts of goodies, some vintage, some retro, some purely kitsch, some collectible and some insane. Some of the dealers seemed very similar to their wares. Prices ranged from cheap to ridiculously expensive. I returned home with some old photos {I shall scan them and upload them somewhere, maybe even here} of someone else's family. And a doll. Yes, a doll. Husband says she looks spooky. I have therefore named her Annabelle. She's from the fifties or sixties, and is a {non-} walking, {non-} talking doll with the cutest blue shoes and eyes that blink. Do you think she's spooky? I think that she's lovely, more-so because she only cost me a few pennies {£7.50 to be precise}. If you were ever to pop by and visit me you would be forgiven for making the assumption that a child lives here with us. I have a lot {and I really do mean a lot of toys from my childhood. There's my rag doll with the two heads, made for me by my beloved Nana. Raggedy Andy has lost much of his hair and has a very grubby face, but I have had him since I was two years old. There's another little rag doll, a Holly Hobby, a one-of-a-kind badger wearing a replica bridesmaid dress {a gift from my cousin, the bride, when I was eight}, the Happy Harry I made whilst learning to sew in primary school ... On top of all my old stuff there's the bits I've been collecting over more recent years. The Sindy dolls, the Dean & Son Enid Blyton books, the Twinkle annuals ... anything which remind me of those cosy days of childhood. Sometimes I think I'd be happier if I could revert back to Little Me ...