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Serena

This is Serena.

She belonged to my mother’s great aunt (Aunt Kate) who was given the doll by her father when coming back from Paris in the 1870’s.  He was an antique dealer in Bond Street, London.

When my mother visited her great aunt, her greatest treat was to undress and redress Serena who lived wrapped up in a silk scarf in an antique serpentine fronted chest of drawers.

 

Serena is a bit of an enigma.  We have no idea who she really is.  Just by looking at her today, whilst trying to compare  her to other 19th century (reinforced?) wax dolls, she is different – more adult looking.

Serena has “sleeping eyes” and a voice box (squeak!) which all still work.  Her body is made out of linen stuffed with wood wool.  She has a wax head and arms, composition legs with boots painted on.  Sadly, one hand is missing but covered up with the end of a kid glove little finger by Aunt Kate.  The other arm is original and with its yellow painted glove.

Her clothes are beautiful and mostly of the fashion of the 1870’s in Europe.  She is very a well dressed lady in a shot silk taffeta skirt and fitted matching jacket.

Underneath there are three petticoats – one black and pink with velvet trim and then a cream flannel one with pintucks. Under a corset, Serena has another finer cotton lawne chemise trimmed with lace.  And lastly there is underwear made by a friend in the 1960’s of my mother’s, who was so shocked to see Serena sans knickers!

 

Lastly, the hat is made of brown straw, originally trimmed with pink roses and blue ribbon.  Serena’s hair may be mohair and has a netted snood at the back.  She also has pierced ears and a pearl necklace.

So, who is the inscrutable Serena?  She is 18″ tall and made so she can sit perfectly.

Any ideas?

A Herd of Hairy Yaks

I asked Daisy to go and hug the Minions for me.

She said they all came running.

Albie is still a little yak-ish.

Tiddles is hanging onto his winter coat (can’t you tell, we brush them endlessly!)

But Newt is the hairiest yak of them all.

They will be left until I come home. It is not that warm in Shetland and their fur will fall off when it needs to.

And no one seems to mind.

Darling Lambie.  I miss everyone too.

 

More Filming at Home

All photos were taken by Jean Sinclair (thank you, they are wonderful and make me very homesick).
Dorothy, Jean and Lauren arrived before Bjørn and gazed wistfully at the foals so I (Daisy is writing this) took them down into the field.
All were asleep, until Lilja and Hetja spied us.

Jean was enchanted with her new photographic subjects.
Dreki is becoming braver each day and will happily approach people now. He uses his older sister to make sure it’s safe first
Beanne was determined to make sure that she was also noticed (my little Schnoo!)
Once we got back to the shed, the sheeples turned up.  Lauren tried to have a quick snack of Wotsits without anyone noticing.
A new favourite food was discovered!
Lauren may have enjoyed one Wotsit!
From Muzzah – And that is the look of steely determination from Lambie who is now a Wotsit addict and possibly needs an intervention.
 
Bjørn soon arrived. Horses were tacked up and cameras were set up.
We followed the directions of our director and her vision
We demonstrated the multiple gaits and the. Bjørn showed some groundwork in the shed.
Lastly, Bjørn was interviewed.
And almost upstaged. (almost?)
Being a part of this film has been great fun and we really look forward to seeing the finished result.

    

Hot Sheeples

Apparently it is hot in Shetland – well it is revolting here in Englandshire.  I had to go to Tesco on an emergency duck-bread shop and considered lying in a freezer to get cool.

I am not sure just how hot it is at home in Shetland as yr.no (my favourite weather forecasting service) says it is 12 degrees but the photos Daisy sent look a bit more than that.

The sky is blue and the grass has grown, which always cheers me up.  BeAnne and Daisy have been ragworting in Clothie.  The summer chore but it also counts as a dogwalk as the dogs love playing in the 5 acre field, chasing rabbits and generally having fun.

Flossie is very good at doing her share too.

Everyone is looking so well – some a bit too well.

Life seems to go on without me perfectly well.

And when I get home, we have torture to look forward to.

Berkshire and Shetland

I am currently looking after my mother, her dog and helping with the garden.  Watering, mainly with occasional weeding.  I am not a natural gardener at all. Not like my mother.

The garden is ever changing and looks beautiful.

Mum walks around it regularly as physiotherapy.

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose – my great grandmother’s first cousins were the children, Dorothy and Polly, in the famous John Singer Sargant painting.

Mum always loves growing her lilies.

Mum is also very keen on growing dahlias.  This particular one seems to be “different” – it is growing a flower on both sides of the flower.  I can’t find any information on this type of mutation.  Is it some kind of mistake?

A pretty mistake, though.

Every morning Pip and I go on our dog walk. sometimes seeing the shy deer and also to feed the  ducks and geese.

Meanwhile, back at home, Wussums has taken up residence on my newly vacated desk.  I tell myself that it is his way of showing how much he misses me.

Anywho, life goes on.  Being in a different part of my world is not bad (apart from the appalling summer heat).  Just different.

Oh yes, I have a cold too. I hate a summer cold ** whinge, whinge **