My Sasha

 It occurred to me at 5.00 this morning , it’s been a long time since my dolls have actually been precious to me 

I mean , they really mean a lot 

My Childhood Sasha , she’s always been with me , my constant companion 

Then she was joined by a couple of waifs .. my orders began to switch from Blythe and ball joint dolls 

And I was happy with it … a chance customer , who became friend I introduced me to a Sasha group 

Again I was curious , interested another joined my collection 

Then I went to Southam .. I mean a Sasha gathering in the next village 

I had to go … oh I had a delightful time … that’s when I saw the old Gotz girls and Velvet 

No Navels oh my days … that was it … that was the turning point I think 

Slowly over the past few months , my doll collection that I’ve not been interested in in years has gone , and a few select Sashas have moved in … ok I’m in double figures 

I’m not planning on more … not now 

I really have my dream girls … and boys 

Red head … a red head that I’ve not met yet … I will know her when I see her 

I think I need to document them better 

So I remember their names 

Poppy and Rose the 2 early Gotz

Camellia repainted , rerooted no navel