My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer - A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
[....} ~Robert Burns
If you've been in Scotland in Autumn, you will sympathize with this ballad. The moors are covered in heather and the colors change every few minutes, with the weather. One minute sunny, then sudden rain and amazing rainbows.
My new doll is my interpretation of Cathy from Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë, 1847) when she was happy and alive, running around the moors picking heather to adorn her home in Autumn.
7-3/8" inches tall, paperclay with handmade eyes.
She is all articulated and she can freely sit or stand and assume any arm and legs movement.
She carries a bunch of heather as well as a basket of it. Her dress is non removable but she also has a velvet hooded cloak for the cold days.
More pictures can be seen on my gallery at www.flickr.com/photos/marilenz