Like I said, not a doll person.
But there's a scene in the book I'm working on with lots of dolls, so I've been reading. And reading. One doll really caught my attention: made by the Ojibwa tribe in America. When a child died, they sometimes made a doll to represent the dead. It could have the actual hair of the child. The idea was that by caring for the figure, a mother could assist her child’s passage into the next world.
I found it amazing. Death is so closed-off nowadays - you can imagine how freaked out & clueless an office is when a grieving parent comes back to work. The Ojibwa custom suggests a more humane environment - to accept a parent bearing a symbol of their child and their grief.
So it turns out I'm not totally anti-doll. It's just that given the choice, I'd rather have a bunch of animals to play with.
PS - and it was a stunning day. Hence the photo of the last few minutes of sunshine.
PPS - and I made red soup. Pretty scrummy :)