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Pickled Doll

The handiwork of the eldest earlier in 2011. I have no idea why? I had no idea why? when I perpetrated a doll horror of my own in the 1970s. My own work involved a sandpit, many dolls and jars and bottles containing the dregs of such things as tomato ketchup. Oh, and scissors.

Pickled Bratz baby in Bonne Maman jars, on the side of the bath