The doll on the right, above, was a tourist doll in Scots garb, but she hated it! Gave her kit to Esmeralda (left), who loves it and marches about making godawful squealing noises on the bagpipes. (“I saw it at the cremation”— she means coronation). Win/win!
Now Scots doll has blue hair and an Apotropaic tummy. I might work on her more—not sure. She is not going out (into an alley); she is a Baby Protector for a baby who is dangerously unwell. (The apos are effective anywhere—time and space don’t really come into it.)
