Lorraine

In 2008 I saw a picture of Effanbee's 18" Gloria Ann and fell in love. I thought (and think) she's the most beautiful doll in the world. This was the worst case of Dolly Fever I ever had. I wanted her. Desperately. My dear, sweet sisters chipped in and bought her for me for Christmas after some tense moments on eBay. I named her Lorraine.

Lorraine wearing a My Twinn dress

Here is an email from Auntie Berman from December 8, 2008:

The first time I saw Lorraine,

She had just stepped off the train,
She gazed about in vain,
Poor Lorraine.

 Lorraine sighed and tapped her right foot impatiently. She had been in transit for days now and was hungry and tired. Most of all, she wanted to get this stupid plastic bag off her face. Honestly, did no one think of anyone but himself or herself anymore? If only they knew who she really was, they would never treat her like this!

Once she was “delivered” and could breathe properly, she would have a nice ham sandwich, a quick smoke and lounge about in her robe. She hoped there would be a robe, she did like to relax in comfortable but attractive clothing. And dresses. She wanted dresses and lots of them. With shoes to match. Nice underwear. At least one coat and a cape. A fur would be nice. Hats. Perhaps some gloves…

Lorraine sighed again. WHERE IS MY MOMMY?

Oh, here she comes…
Now this may make Lorraine sound like a spoiled brat, but she really isn't. She is her mommy's little sweetheart.

I made a few clothes for her.

Summer Dress

Spring hoodie coat

I really need to make her many more clothes, because she deserves them. She also needs shoes, but her feet are larger than most 18" dolls.  If we get to the Doll & Teddy Bear Show this weekend, I will get her some.