Her hair, made of natural goat wool, falls in soft waves, tousled as if by a spring breeze. Each strand was placed by hand, lock by lock, until the style achieved that effortless grace that breathes life into the figure.
Her dress, woven from the finest crinkled cotton in shades of young foliage, drapes gently over her miniature frame. The lace cuffs, silk ribbons, embroidered collar, and the delicate folds of fabric—it all feels less like a doll’s costume and more like a real gown, magically shrunk to perfection.