Fingers, toes, eyes crossed


 


I submitted the above to Sothebys appraisals. The head is 19th century France ... milliners head. Also called a  marchotte.

The childs chair is Spanish 18th century. I thought it was African. 

They say it takes a few weeks to get the appraisals ... dreams of my ship coming in smooth sail inside my cranium  ... beach cottages, fine dining, greenhouses in the country, $$$ art supplies, diamonds and pearls

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*** wow. that was fast. update 5/26

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