Miss Havisham, the scorned, the spiteful, the mad bride who stayed in her wedding dress from the day she was jilted at the altar to the day she died. Anyone familiar with Great Expectations by Charles Dickens loves her, hates her, or feels a little of both.
The tiniest Poppet I make, Miss Havisham stands a mere 14" tall. She bends at the hips, knees and elbows.
Her outfit is made mostly by hand with machine stitching here and there. She wears a full and lavish gown replete with tucks and gathers and embroidered details. Her bodice is trimmed in pearls and she wears a gold and pearl brooch that matches the headpiece of her long trailing veil. Her dress is stained and smudged from years of wear.
Miss Havisham comes home to you with a wee handmade wedding bouquet of actual dried flowers (handle with care)! Her long white hair is wool.