Presenting . . . Sherlock Holmes and the case of the missing deerstalker!
These were the second dolls I attempted to sculpt, right after the doll in the red skirt. Thinking back, I believe she was supposed to be Irene Alder. A rather . . . tall . . . Irene Alder. Oh well. I was pleased with my ability to make them look like Holmes and Watson, in spite of the simplicity of my sculpting. Male dolls are very hard to dress, particularly when you don't use the right fabrics. I admit Watson's jacket looks like a winter coat, and the stitching is terrible, but what do you expect from a teenager? I signed the bottom, fortunately - 1996.
Obviously, I had a pattern somewhere, and I need to find it. Somewhere over the years Holmes' signature cap has disappeared. (Granted, he never actually wore one in the books, but it's a trademark now.) I suppose if I formally present the case to him, he will find it on his own. Robin stole his magnifying glass. She'll get hers.
At this point, I'm sure you realize that I was a very odd child, but I loved the Sherlock Holmes mysteries. I used to sneak down at night to watch the Jeremy Brett series on PBS.