Daddy Steve: I really was not looking to buy another button-nose girl. After all, I already have Lulu.
Emile: Sacré bleu! One of zat child ees more zan enough!
Louisette: Alors, Emile, don't be zat way!
Lulu: Do you need zome water? You seem very dry...and short.
Alas, fate had other plans. Actually, Daddy John says that fate often seems to have other plans when it comes to Sashas. Perhaps fate just doesn't like Daddy John's attitude.
One day, this poor little waif popped up on Etsy. While chatting with the seller, I learned that she was the original owner, and that the doll was purchased at a Creative Playthings store in Northridge, CA.
To me there's nothing more pathetic than a doll in pieces. Just look at her sad little expression!
It's almost as if she's saying "Help me."
And she did need a lot of help. Aside from being in pieces, her hook inserts were completely deteriorated, and she was quite filthy. Her hair was in decent shape, although most of the hair plugs around the first row were missing. This seems to be pretty common among the early Gotz dolls. I wonder if maybe the rooting machine just did not catch the initial row properly?
I sent her down to Dr. Pat, who did her usual meticulous job. She thoroughly cleaned her inside and out, replaced her hook inserts, and re-rooted all the missing hair. Pat thought that a high pony-tail suited her well, and I completely agree. Here she is, freshly arrived home. I named her Lottie (as in, she needed a 'lot' of help).
Lulu is tickled pink to have a partner in crime.
Lulu: Ma sœur!
Emile was less than enthused, but he'll get over it.
Emile: >Ouf< I 'ave ze 'eadache.
Lulu: Take ze aspirin, Shorty.
Lottie: Do you need zome water? >Tee-hee<