I also found my old baby doll, Sarah-Jane, in my Mum’s loft.
My Grandma bought her for me when I was a baby. When I was little, I desperately wanted to have a hyphenated name so called her Sarah-Jane. My Grandma also made that cape for me when I was a baby – I don’t think it fitted me for all that long but it has been put to good use for Sarah-Jane.
Grandma died of leukaemia when I was three. I think she was ill for quite a long time but my parents only knew for the last year of her life.
I’ve washed the dolly’s clothes and, while still a bit faded and yellow, they are now at least clean. I’ve also given Sarah-Jane a wash. She’s not that pretty but I was fond of her. I wonder whether my daughter will like her?