Lydia, Your Georgian Girl™

  £89.99

  • Lydia, Your Georgian Girl™
  • Lydia, Your Georgian Girl™
  • Lydia, Your Georgian Girl™
  • Lydia, Your Georgian Girl™
  • Lydia, Your Georgian Girl™
  • Lydia, Your Georgian Girl™

Lydia, Your Georgian Girl™

  £89.99

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Lydia is made from high quality vinyl with articulated elbows and knees. Lydia, Your Georgian Girl™ comes in a lovely buttercream yellow cotton dress in the popular robe a l'anglaise of the period. With a rose trimmed bodice and hat, Lydia is sure to be a much loved addition to any collection, or the perfect start to a new one. 

Fitted yellow shoes, period underwear, socks and hat included.

 

            

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"Ouch and botheration!" Lydia Peyton had pricked her finger and a few drops of blood dripped onto the pale yellow of her skirt. She was sitting in the walled garden of their new townhouse and she was feeling strange. Even stranger than usual. She had got used to the idea of probably never seeing home again. England and Bristol, were they still even home? She supposed Boston was home now. But even now that her legs had stopped rolling with the memory of being on board ship for weeks and weeks, here she was in the New World and still feeling strange. No friends and nothing familiar - even the star-shaped flowers in the pretty garden were strange. She tried to concentrate on trimming her new yellow hat for church on Sunday and to carry her thoughts back to pleasant things... This is me, Lydia... "Ouch and botheration!" Lydia Peyton had pricked her finger and a few drops of blood dripped onto the pale yellow of her skirt. She was sitting in the walled garden of their new townhouse and she was feeling strange. Even stranger than usual. She had got used to the idea of probably never seeing home again. England and Bristol, were they still even home? She supposed Boston was home now. But even now that her legs had stopped rolling with the memory of being on board ship for weeks and weeks, here she was in the New World and still feeling strange. No friends and nothing familiar - even the star-shaped flowers in the pretty garden were strange. She tried to concentrate on trimming her new yellow hat for church on Sunday and to carry her thoughts back to pleasant things...
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