Only one photo today as I am a little short on time and I don't want to post just any ol' crap here, especially since I really like this outfit for Madra Lord. This outfit is so Barbara Hutton! Yup...it seems like I have turned to the dark side and have begun allowing myself to collect the Jason Wu line as well as the Ashton Drake. I resisted for a long time, but the fashions are so well-tailored, the dolls are so much more poseable...oh my poor wallet. From the Script Excerpt:
Eden Vickers (Madra Lord), still dressed in the black and silver fox she was wearing for her appointment with Dr. Pettigrew, runs to Carlson’s cottage door. Sobbing, she knocks and the door opens. Standing there, with an almost heavenly light surrounding him, is Carlson the Gamekeeper (Paddy O’Stone). Eden falls into his arms, weeping.
CARLSON: Why, Miss Eden—what in the name of St. Derrick of Dublin are y'doin' here? You told me that you were going out with that doctor felluh—the one who’s treating your heart…
CUT TO CLOSE UP
Eden pulls back from Carlson’s shoulder, almost wincing in pain at the thought of her comflicting emotions.
EDEN: Oh, Carlson. You’ve been like a ather to me all these years. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I feel like any other woman…?
CUT TO MEDIUM SHOT
Carlson takes Eden by the shoulders and holds her at arms length.
CARLSON: Now, Miss Eden, I may be an old geezer for the Auld Sod, but you’re about the most womanly little mavourneen that ever these tired old eyes laid their gaze on.
EDEN: (with a little laugh through her tears) Oh, Carlson—I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.
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