Friday, 4 September 2009

Presents for three little girls

Victorian, Regency and Tudor costume paper cutout dolls from the National Portrait Gallery shop. 

Posted by westendmum at 21:06
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Chic Mama said...

I used to love things like that as a child. I'd spend hours playing with them. I've bought similar for my girls but I think its me that gets the most excited. They are beautiful though.

5 September 2009 at 06:55
westendmum said...

Me too, it was just as much fun making your own!

5 September 2009 at 12:55

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