As a girl, my mother had a collection of tiny silk-dressed porcelain Chinese dolls. I adored them and when I was finally old enough, my mom let me hold them tenderly so they wouldn’t break.
Years later when I was furnishing my new home, I went to a garage sale and found these adorable porcelain beauties and a black wooden chair. Somehow in my mind they belonged together. And so they have remained in my Jungle home.
Ten years ago these Chinese dolls took on new meaning. I met my beloved Chinese Albert, and his young nieces and nephew. And my lifelong-loved Chinese doll family became real.
See my set, Living in a Jungle.
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