My dolls & Fantasyland

Although time says I'm not a child anymore, I believe in...

Fantasy... Stars, a flying goose, the sky... What might be the doll's direction? Where to is she flying? It doesn't matter, in Fantasyland everything is possible, each dream is just a finger away... Dreaming is allowed...  Mesmerizing stars which enlighten our destinies and our "what if" expectations.... Dreaming of being a child, being a goose, being a star but most of all being capable of dreaming...

My heart  doesn't want to grow old...

I found this poem in a book called "A child's garden of verses"

Foreign lands

Up into the cherry-tree

Who should climb but little me?

I held the trunk with both my hands

And looked abroad on foreign lands

I saw the next-door garden lie,

Adorned with flowers, before my eye,

And many pleasant places more

That I had never seen before.

I saw the dimpling river pass

And be the sky's blue looking-glass;

The dusty roads go up and down

With people tramping in to town.

If I could find a higher tree,

Farther and farther I should see,

To where the grown-up river slips

Into the sea among the ships.

To where the roads on either hand

lead onward into fairy land,

where all the children dine at five,

and all the playthings come alive.

Robert Louis Stevenson

These are the enchanted dolls, privileged inhabitants of WL's Fantasyland! 

Dolores, the Winter doll	Daisy The green doll, a flower lover
Mandy, the curly haired doll!	Lady Ann The fairy with her magical stick
Laura Little doll, cuddle bear...	Baby Bambolina Cute, cute Italian baby
Sasha Canadian sweet doll...	Ruth From California, with love
Hope The keeper of Fantasyland keys	Lady Sabine Elegant flourished doll

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A special thank you to Annette and Lorraine!

I would be lost without both of you! :o)

Dark backgrounds by Khaver, light background by Grace

Dividers and girl with the goose by Lorraine

Updated on January, 16, 2001

 Page created on July, 09, 2001