Dedicated to my friend Diana whose birthday is March 17th.  She is the artist I turn to first with my wild and sometimes crazy techniques.  Thank you for being in my life:

Paper Dolls

I never had to think about brushing their long golden, auburn, or black hair, or squeezing shoes into those tiny feet--from flats to pumps, not even  slipping on a pair of Laura Petrie look-alike black capris on long thin legs.   The paper outfits--for all occasions, replaceable with other dolls with more outfits, changing, exchanging and sometimes adding props to make them more life-like was my substitute for my Barbie wannabe”Tammy” who had only one outfit. 

My dolls flew on imaginary planes to Europe, to Paris for a fashion show, site-seeing to castles in Spain or to dances in large ballrooms with crystal chandeliers—terraces overlooking moonlit lakes.  They were princesses and love came in shiny armour.

Like Cinderella, nights came to an end—losing a shoe, running home before the bell struck midnight or before the little girl holding her, dressing and undressing her, was discovered playing under the covers past her bedtime.

Fashion Doll in Landscape

Gown by Roberto Capucci.