Originally Posted by Deborah
Things change, even in waldorf circles.
I do have a funny story about a doll face.
When my gd was three, she was sitting with me waiting for the bus to Montreal. One of her parents was going to pick her up before the bus came and took me away. There was another lady waiting for the bus and we started chatting. She commented on my gd's waldorf doll, who at that point didn't yet have a face embroidered. The lady...