Natasha on Holiday
I can’t imagine how Sashas have failed to make their mark in Austria. I would have thought with Switzerland and Germany being close neighbours, it would have been the most natural thing in the world to have introduced Sasha dolls to little girls in Austria. I know there is a great tradition of Schildkröt Dolls in my country, but even so.
As everyone in my family was curious as to why I have become so besotted with Sashas, I took one along – plus half a suitcase full of clothes – to enlighten them! They loved the doll – who wouldn’t - , but they simply went gaga over the clothes and shoes! The quality, the designs, the sheer lunacy of finishing a garment to perfection which, after all, will only be worn by a DOLL! A doll??? A SASHA DOLL! And this one is called Natasha, if you please!
Here are just a few pictures. I made many more, but they seem to have vanished. I suspect that my husband erased them – accidentally, of course!
The house we stayed in
An extraordinary bird carved from a tree.
Natasha enjoying the facilities
Iona and Natasha are both wearing strawberry print dresses and purple tops!
WE ARE TWINS!!!
I love Natasha! But where are my chocolate pancakes. I am starving
No Sasha in view - but this is the Green Lake in Tragoess where we stayed. Magic.