Once a month I sell items at a local craft / vintage market in a village 5 minutes from Coneysthorpe. One of the stall holders, an elderly lady, up-cycles baby dolls knitting and sewing a new wardrobe of clothes for them.
Today I watched a precious young family strolling around the market. They had three children. The oldest two looked like twins (boy and girl) and then there was a toddler. The oldest girl got to choose a baby doll from this elderly lady. As she carried it away, the look of pure joy on the little one's face was priceless. I haven't been able to stop smiling at the memory of it.