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.
