#chad valley soft toy

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Chad Valley Club Growler Soft Toy Teddy Bear Vintage 47cm Jointed Cardigan -CP ebay Cancer Research UK

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another one?!?!!? i am scared for this part and i was saw this in ebay and i was confused also but the chad valley plush toy is jumpscare to me helpp

i'm actully sobbing help me

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Long-haired shaggy dog soft toy manufactured by Chad Valley Toys Ltd., 1966, British.  

From the Design Council Slide Collection

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Lily of the Valley - Part 7

Joe Mazzello! x Reader!

Summary: Being a young, single mom that worked full-time was hard. When you weren’t working, you were taking care of your five year old daughter, Lily. You had given up on dating after many failed attempts. That was until after a rough day of dealing with your ex boyfriend, your best friend introduced you to Joe.

Word count: 1931

Warnings: FLUFF. JUST STRAIGHT UP FLUFF. 

A/N: I was on my way to work one day and was listening to The Greatest Showman soundtrack, and got an idea, so this is what came out of that! Also, this is kind of a filler chapter before things get wild, but it’s still really cute in my opinion. ENJOY! Leave me some feedback if you liked it! Reblog/comment/like/send me an ask or DM. Anything!

Joe decided it would be a good idea to spend the night at your place, so he could help you with Lily when needed. With his help, you managed to get a few hours of sleep, in between having to wake up whenever Lily did to give her some medicine. It was a long night, but with Joe’s help, you don’t know what you would’ve done without him there.

The next morning, you and Joe were both wide awake at 8AM. You had taken the day off from work, and Lily was staying home from school. You were in the kitchen making some coffee for you and Joe, pouring it into two coffee mugs and handing one to him.

“I literally don’t know how to thank you for last night,” you yawned, taking a sip of the hot coffee, “I don’t know what I would have done by myself.”

“It was no issue,” he smiled, taking a sip of his coffee as well. “That’s what boyfriend’s are for.”

“No, seriously,” you said, looking over at him, “Chad hasn’t done in two or three years what you’ve done in a month. I can’t remember when the last time was that he wanted to see her for more than thirty minutes.”

“She’s a great girl,” he smiled, looking at you, “I’m happy to help.”

“And I’m happy you’re here,” you said, getting up and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing the top of his head.

“When am I gonna meet this Chad, anyway?” he asked, grabbing a hold of your hands, placing soft kisses to the top of them. You hadn’t really thought about that. Eventually, they were going to have to meet. But, when? How? Would Chad have his shit together long enough to meet Joe? Well, the answer to that was most likely no, but it was bound to happen sooner or later.

“Umm, don’t know,” you laughed nervously, letting go of his hands and picking up the two empty coffee cups, walking over to the sink and setting them in, “he’s got...issues.”

You washed the two mugs and dried them, then put them back in the cupboard. For the time being, you and Joe decided to head into the living room and watch some TV, while you waited for Lily to wake up. The two of you sat on the couch under a large, warm, fuzzy blanket; your head nestled against Joe’s chest as he rested his chin on top, tracing his finger up and down your arm.

“I really like you,” you said quietly, tilting your head up and pressing a kiss to his jaw, “a lot.”

“I really like you,” he said, nuzzling his nose against yours, “a lot.” You smiled and pecked his lips sweetly, toying with the hair on the nape of his neck. His hands moved to your hips and rested there as you laid your head back down on his chest. A few minutes went by as you relished in the moment, here in Joe’s arms, and you were still in shock that he was now, officially, your boyfriend. How lucky could you be?

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Thirty minutes had passed, and you and Joe were still in your same position on the couch, when you heard the shuffling of two little feet making their way out of your room.

“There she is,” you smiled when Lily appeared, her hair in full bed head mode, as she sleepily rubbed her eyes and walked over to the couch you were on. She climbed up on the couch and crawled into your lap, laying her head on your shoulder, “how’s my girly?”

“Hungry,” she said groggily, reaching for Joe’s hand and holding it.

“That’s better than yesterday!” you said, rubbing her back, “what do you want to eat?”

“Food,” she said, giggling and sitting up to look at you.

“Obviously,” you laughed, “what kind of food, silly?”

“McDonald’s?” she questioned, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“How about I fix you some toast, and if you can keep that down, maybe we can have McDonald’s for lunch, yeah?” you asked, kissing her forehead.

“Okay,” she giggled, climbing down and heading to her room.

“She feels better,” Joe chuckled as you got up and headed to the kitchen to make her toast.

“Much,” you laughed, popping two pieces of bread into the toaster. A few minutes later, the toast popped up, and you added a little bit of butter to them and sliced them both in half, putting them on a plate and setting it on the table. Lily wandered out of her room and into the kitchen, Joe following behind her, and sat down in front of the toast. You and Joe sat back down at the table as she took small nibbles of her toast.

“What are we doing today?” she asked, looking between you and Joe.

“Whatever you wanna do,” Joe answered, “it’s your day.”

“I took the day off from work, and you aren’t going to school today, so you can do whatever you want,” you said. Lily’s face displayed great joy as she took more bites of toast.

“Whatever I want?” she asked, giggling enthusiastically.

“Well, don’t go crazy” you laughed, “but, yes.”

“We can watch movies? And cuddle? And eat cookies?” she asked again.

“Whatever you want to do,” Joe said, glancing over at you and smiling.

“I don’t think we have any cookies, but I can run to the store and get stuff to make them,” you suggested, and Lily squealed with delight.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” she giggled, clapping her hands together.

“I can go get them, baby,” Joe offered, standing up from the table and grabbing his keys.

“You sure?” you asked him, “you’ve already done enough.”

“I insist,” he smiled, pulling you into him and kissing you, causing Lily to squeal even more.

“Okay,” you smiled, “hurry back.”

“Of course,” he chuckled, then walked out of the door to head to the store. Lily finished her toast, and drank a whole bottle of Gatorade, and managed to keep it down for the half hour Joe was gone.

“I’m so happy you feel better, babe,” you said, pushing her hair out of her face. The two of you had now migrated to the living room, waiting on Joe to return.

“Mommy, can I ask you something?” she asked, looking at you.

“Sure,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Is Joey your booooyfriend?” she giggled, and you laughed in response.

“Yes, he is,” you smiled.

“Are you gonna marry him?” she gasped, her eyes widening. You laughed again and shook your head.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “we’ll have to see.”

“Can we stay in our pajamas all day?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Of course,” you said, “if you want to.”

“Uh huh,” she nodded, “I do.” A few minutes later, Joe arrived back at your place, with all the essentials for baking cookies, along with a few other miscellaneous items.

“What all did you buy?” you asked, sorting through the bags and finding multiple different candy bars, “Joe, we have enough candy.”

“You can never have enough candy,” he chuckled, “right, Lily?”

“Right!” she yelled, walking over to the counter where you were standing, peeking into the bags.

“Okay, let’s get these cookies started,” you said, and started to get various mixing bowls and kitchen utensils out of your cupboard to start measuring everything.

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Not even ten minutes in, Lily lost interest in the baking process, leaving you and Joe in the kitchen with all the dirty work. You were mixing the chocolate chips into the dough mixture when Joe walked up, stuck a finger in the bowl, and ate a small portion of it.

“Hey!” you laughed, shaking your head at him, “they’re not done.”

“Still taste good,” he shrugged, going back in for another finger-full, but you pulled the bowl away before he could.

“We actually need some of the dough to bake,” you laughed, finishing mixing the dough and started scooping some onto a pan.

“Joey!” Lily called from the other room, shortly making her way into the kitchen, a DVD in hand.

“Yes?” he asked her, looking at her.

“Can we watch this movie?” she asked, holding up the DVD, revealing it to be The Greatest Showman.

“Sure!” he smiled, “I love that movie.”

“We can watch it while we eat our cookies,” you said, finishing up the pan and sticking it in the oven, “shouldn’t take long, only about ten minutes.”

“YAY!” Lily squealed, running back into the living room, waiting impatiently.

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Ten minutes went by and the cookies were done, so you took them out and put them on a plate to cool while Joe got the movie ready. When the cookies were cooled down, but warm enough to eat, you put a few of them on a plate and brought it into the living room and set it down on the coffee table, taking a seat on the couch next to Joe with Lily sat on the floor in front of you. Joe pressed play on the remote as you nestled back into him, back under the large, warm, fuzzy blanket from earlier.

As the movie went on, the three of you belted out every song, from A Million Dreams to The Other Side to Rewrite the Stars, Lily doing so with a mouth full of cookies majority of the time. The movie got to the scene with the song From Now On, and Lily let out a loud squeal.  

“THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG!” She yelled excitedly, turning to you and Joe.

“Really? Mine, too!” Joe laughed, watching as Lily got up and walked over to where the two of you were sitting.

“Dance with me, Joey!” she said, pulling his hand.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” he laughed, shaking his head.

“Pleaaaaase?” she begged, sticking her bottom lip out.

“C’mon, babe,” you said, nudging him and sitting up, “show us your moves.”

“I guess I can,” he said, getting up. Lily pulled him to the middle of the living room and started ‘dancing’, which for her was holding Joe’s hands, swinging them side to side, and jumping up and down.

“Look at those moves!” you joked as you watched the two of them, ‘dance’ around the room.

“Mommy! Dance with Joey!” she said, letting go of Joe’s hands.

“But, you two look so cute dancing together already,” you commented, pulling the blanket off of you and tossing it to the side.

“Come dance, baby,” Joe said, holding his hand out to you. You smiled and took his hand, pulling you up and leading you over to the center of the living room where him and Lily just were. You wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying side to side as the movie continued to play.

“AND WE WILL COME BACK HOME, AND WE WILL COME BACK HOME,” Lily belted out, jumping around you and Joe, a cookie in hand.

“Hooooome agaaaain!” you and Joe sang out in unison, with him dipping you, causing a squeal to emit from your lips.

“Joe, don’t drop me!” you laughed, holding onto him so you didn’t fall.

“I’ve got you,” he chuckled, pulling you back up and kissing you, “always.”

The song faded out, and the movie continued. Lily took her spot back on the floor in front of the couch, while you and Joe took your usual spots, snuggling back under the blanket; him running a finger up and down your back; laying there in perfect contentment with life as you knew it.

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In The Act

Chadwick Boseman x CoCo (Black!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, Language

Micah Noelle Boseman was the light of Chadwick and Tasha’s life and the most beautiful thing to emerge from their marriage. Tasha’s earliest memories start at the day she found out that her baby girl existed. She and Chadwick were visiting his parents in South Carolina when the first bout of morning nausea attacked. Standing in his parents’ kitchen, Tasha was helping his mother prepare mac & cheese for the weekly Sunday dinner when she felt her body rise to a temperature that surpassed the sweltering Southern heat. Without notice, her breakfast flew upwards, only stopping when her hands flew to cover her mouth. Tasha had been nauseous before but never without cause. She hadn’t been drinking and there was no way she had food poisoning when everyone had the same breakfast and seemed to be just fine.

Chadwick’s mom was the first to suspect pregnancy.

“Have you had your cycle?” She questioned knowingly from the other side of the bathroom door. Though Tasha immediately pushed the thought from her mind, a quiet check of her period tracker revealed that she wasn’t just a few days late. No, it had been six weeks with no evidence of nature taking its course.

An immediate trip to her doctor once Tasha returned to Los Angeles confirmed her suspicion: she was nearly two months pregnant and scared out of her mind. She couldn’t be someone’s mom. She had just figured out how to be a wife and, sometimes, she didn’t even know if you was succeeding in that department. 

Chadwick felt differently.

“Is this true, CoCo?” He asked, staring wide-eyed at the results in his hand.

Tasha could only offer a small nod in response. She expected him to be wary of the possibility of having children. The tears in his eyes added to her anxiety. They had recently finished couples therapy and were actively trying to repair the 20 years of damage that preceded the current relationship. 

“Chadwick if this isn’t what you want we can find another solution.” Tasha’s words were hurried as if she was trying to make her point before he made an angry exit. “I’m sorry. We should’ve discussed contraception or something.”

“You’re sorry? Baby, this amazing. I’m gonna be a daddy!”

Seven months and 11 hours of labor later, Tasha lay in a hospital bed holding a baby girl to her chest trying not let tears fall all over Micah’s delicate skin. And, though she had expressed her hatred toward Chadwick for putting her in a situation to bear the pain of childbirth hours prior to delivery, she couldn’t help but to love the man that had shared half of him to make such a beautiful manifestation of the love that lived within their home.

Tasha felt her heart swell as she listened to their daughter squeal and giggle in the other room with her father, despite it being her bedtime and the first scheduled mommy-daddy time all week. Individual work schedules, household duties made scheduling alone time difficult for the young couple. Chad’s need to have her sleep in your shared bed almost every night slowly dried up any opportunity for physical contact. Tasha tried to explain that she would never get used to sleeping alone if he didn’t stop, but he’d excuse the behavior, passing the intrusion off as a good bonding experience. He hated seeing Micah in tears at the end of the night when it was time to put the toys away and crawl into bed.

Finally, the laughter stopped and the soft click of Micah’s bedroom door was heard before heavy footsteps started up the hallway.

“Do I get to see my husband or are you going back to your other wife in a moment?” Tasha joked from behind the kitchen counter while she carefully emptied fresh popcorn into a bowl.

Chadwick chuckled at his wife’s attempt to hide her need for attention. He found it endearing, knowing that she still wanted to be the center of his attention, if only for a night while watching television.  

“Ooh, someone’s jealous.” He teased before Tasha could protest his arms wrapping around her torso for a hug. He made a point to press himself against her back and squeeze her tight, demonstrating his desires for having her close. “Don’t be, Mama. Daddy’s all yours now.”

A slow kiss to her bare collar bone was nearly enough to make Tasha pull her husband to the cold tile floor and neglect the Game of Thrones marathon cued in the living room.

Shaking the urge, she shook her head. “Then Daddy needs to grab the popcorn and get to the couch. Battle of the Bastards is next and you know that’s my favorite episode.”

Tasha slowly and reluctantly pried Chadwick’s arms away from her body in an attempt to calm down the heartbeat between her legs. Tonight was solely about husband and wife spending time together. They could always squeeze in a quickie during nap time or in the shower before Tasha was due to work, but true, uninterrupted quality time was rare.

Rolling his eyes at Tasha’s attitude, Chad grabbed the large plastic bowl from the counter to fulfill her request. They crowded onto the corner of the living room sectional, contorting their bodies until they reached a compromise. Tasha lay propped against a pillow with outstretched arm to welcomed Chadwick into her personal space. He accepted the invitation without pause and carefully lowered himself, stomach first, onto her body. 

While Tasha devoted her attention to the medieval drama on screen, Chadwick focused on trailing his fingers up, down and around the various valleys and peaks in his view. On the way up her sides, he noticed the thin camisole that covered CoCo’s breast, and felt his body heat at the vision of her nipples straining against the fabric. 

Just as the opening theme could give way to the beginning of the show, Chadwick began absentmindedly running his hand along the swell of Tasha’s breasts. 

“We’re supposed to be relaxing.” She warned as she halfheartedly pushed his hand away.

“I am relaxing. You relax your way and I’ll relax mine.”  

Deciding that his fondling was harmless, she continued to focus on the episode. As the action intensified, so did Chadwick’s antics. The hands that were once on the outside of CoCo’s tank top had made their way underneath, cupping and squeezing while alternating sides. He wasn’t searching for her attention, but he’d captured it nonetheless.

“It’s good to know that murder and devastation excite you,” she quipped, a slight smirk on her lips as she cast her gaze down to get a better look at Chadwick’s face.

“That’s a weird name for your titties, baby. But, yes, they do excite me.”

His joke made her howl with laughter that was quickly quieted by the knowledge that Micah was sleeping within earshot. 

As the show ramped up intensity before the main battle commenced, Chadwick transitioned to using both hands to push Tasha’s breast together and place sloppy french kisses in the valley they made. He was slowly, but surely, chipping away at her resolve with each lingering glance in his direction she tried to hide.

Soon, CoCo gave him her full attention, running her fingers through his coils while his kisses turned into gentle suckling. An unexpected tug at the top of the cami exposed both of her breast to the cool indoor air. Tasha’s back arched at the sensation.

“Murder and devastation must excite you, too.” Chadwick commented with a sly smile. He knew what he was doing and wanted Tasha to admit that he’d won the battle. Understanding the game, Tasha chose to play by her own rules.

“Shut up and put one in your mouth.”

Humming his approval, Chadwick granted her wish, using his mouth to bring his wife pleasure. The routine continued on the other side because Chadwick was a fair man. Each one of Tasha’s breast would eagerly receive equal attention.

“Can we continue or are you still trying to watch this? Let me know.” His hands continued to grope and massage while waiting for any sign that he had approval to continue. A breathy moan escaped her lips, earning a satisfied smile from Chadwick. “Was that a yes, baby?”

“I don’t know. Do that again.” If he was going to play games then so would she.

“Hmm,” He hummed. His hands began a slow descent into her shorts, gingerly brushing against her lower bits repeatedly. “Now?”

Chadwick was secretly competitive. Any mention of a challenge that he thought could produce a winner and a loser was a challenge he took seriously. Sex was no different. He aimed to satisfy each time. 

Tasha’s body squirmed restlessly underneath the weight of his body as her husband expertly worked magic with his fingers. Taking her melodic moans as confirmation to continue, he slid his body to the end of the couch before removing the clothing below her waist.

Lowering his head, he skipped her center altogether, preferring to lick and suck on her inner thighs.

She whined as an appeal for more intensity. “Stop playing!”

“There’s that pretty voice. Ask me again. Nicely this time and I’ll consider.”

“Please, babe. Please?”

Tasha’s hands frantically pushed at the back of his head to convince him to perform his favorite task. Chadwick laughed as he repositioned himself to hover over her body.

“Not yet. I’m gonna put a baby in you real quick. You wanna try for a son?”

She didn’t but, the thought of him inside of her never mixed with rational decisions. Instead, Tasha lazily mumbled a response and prepared for the consequences. Pulling his member from its confinement, he used the slickness of her juices to coat the tip and drive her crazy. When he decided that she had been teased enough, he pulled one of Tasha’s legs to rest on his shoulder and the other to bend so that her foot was flat on the couch.

“You can’t be too loud, CoCo. If she wakes up, you’re on Bedtime Duty this time.” Chadwick warned. 

Tasha whimpered impatiently, resigning to saying anything to speed up the process. She didn’t understand why he even made the statement until he was putting his weight on her leg as he pushed into her in one smooth motion.

“Ooooh FUCK!” Tasha shouted, unable to contain herself. Despite her outburst, Chadwick was proud of himself. That was exactly the reaction he wanted.

His motions started off slow, rolling his hips in deliberate motions to get his wife used to the stretch. Once he was sure she could handle the next level, he started a steady rhythm. Relying on his weight to keep her leg in the proper position, he took the opportunity to lean down and roughly press his lips against Tasha’s.

“Talk to me, beautiful. You know I like that.”

Words were hard to come by when all she could see were stars and two passenger baby strollers in her daze. “Shit, baby. I can’t take it.” You admitted.

“Nah, you gone take it.”

In a fleeting moment of bravery, she emerged from her haze on a mission to make Chadwick eat his words. Using your muscles, you clenched around him to get a reaction.

“Shit!” He whisper yelled through gritted teeth. “You really want another baby in this house, huh?”

“Maybe.” Again, Tasha didn’t but, being dangled on the edge of euphoria made her say things she didn’t mean.

The sound of obscene phrases and skin slapping drowned out all other noises around them, including the sound of a door opening down the hallway and little feet rushing toward the open space.

“Daddy?” A timid voice called from the living room’s entryway.

Chadwick stilled and clamped his eyes shut, attempting to disappear into thin air. Micah stood with her stuffed cat in tow, innocently rocking back and forth on her heels while she waited to be acknowledged.

“Yes, Princess?” Chadwick had managed to remove Tasha’s leg from his shoulder to spare his innocent baby the trauma that can come with catching her parents in the act.

“Where’s mommy?”

“She’s uh, um..right here. What’s wrong, baby?”

Tasha silently thanked God for the placement of the couch which allowed for her body to be completely blocked from Micah’s view.

“My scarf came off and I need Mommy to fix it, please.”

“I’m coming, Mikey,” Tasha blurted, throwing her hand in the hair to prove that she was in the room. “Just-just go back in your room. I’ll be right there!”

Micah replied with gentle ‘okay’ as Tasha scrambled to wiggle free from the weight of Chadwick’s body. While she retrieved her discarded clothing, Chadwick acted as a lookout to make sure their daughter was gone before turning to her with a toothy grin.

“I told you not to get too loud.”

“Fuck you, Aaron,” she spat as she slid on her shorts. “The leg? I thought we agreed that stays in the bedroom.”

“I got excited, CoCo. You must’ve put something in the popcorn so, really, this is your fault.”

“Shut up!” She grumbled, pushing the back of his head as she hurried toward Micah’s bedroom.

“Baby?” He called, causing Tasha to look back and acknowledge him. “Can we finish when you get back?”

“SHUT UP!” 

Chadwick accepted the answer with his hand raised in surrender and turned to commandeer the remote. He would take what he was able to receive and make plans for the next secret hookup.

Tasha was almost to Micha’s beroom before she turned back to hurry down the stairs and answer Chadwick’s question with a more realistic verdict. 

“Meet me upstairs in ten.”

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+@#! OLD VINTAGE ANTIQUE ISA CHAD VALLEY SPRING LEG ELEPHANT TEDDY BEAR SOFT TOY 1910 https://ift.tt/2uDOmEs

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“The Chad Valley Company was one of the most successful and best-loved of all English soft toy manufacturers and although it ceased trading in 1978, the memory of its golden years lives on. Today, Chad Valley teddies and other animals are highly popular with collectors for a variety of reasons.”

Wow it’s really weird I had this big teddy bear just like this when I was younger, my mother gave it to me. It was already used, she used to leave it with me all the time since I was a new born, it makes me emotional. It was a stable of my childhood,,it was always around me. I grew really attached to it, I just loved having it around for some reason. I loved the color and everything. It made me emotional when I realized it was based on Winnie the Pooh. I didn’t realize how English they were.

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Vintage Chad Valley Teddy Bear Soft Toy Plush Collectable Collectible Traditional Vintage Teddy Bear

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** This article is a re-blog from The Spruce Crafts, 5-22-19.

Norah Wellings was from Shropshire, England. She was the main doll designer at Chad Valley Dolls from 1919 to 1926, when she left to form her own doll company with her brother Leonard.

The resulting company was the Victoria Toy Works, located in Wellington, United Kingdom. All the dolls produced here were from various types of cloth.

Norah’s dolls were sold worldwide, and many were made for various tourist industries, most notably the cruise ship industry, for which Norah’s sailor dolls were made for various cruise ships as souvenirs.

Materials Used All Norah Wellings dolls are made out of cloth. They have stitched joints and various types of molded faces. They usually have painted features, including eyes, but rarer models have glass eyes.

Years of Production Norah started producing dolls through her own company in 1926, and the dolls were produced until the factory was closed in 1959 (although the dolls were available in the early 1960s). The vast majority of the production of the Victoria Toy Works factory was in the 1930s and 1940s.

Sizes The smallest dolls, small child or souvenir dolls, were only 7 inches to 9 inches tall. More deluxe dolls could be as large as 24 to 29 inches or more, but we think the vast majority of Norah Wellings dolls are under 18 inches, with many being smaller.

Companies That Have Produced the Dolls Norah Wellings dolls have only been produced by The Victoria Toy Works; however, dolls designed by Norah Wellings (not with specific credit) were made by Chad Valley.

Market Report As of 2016, the vast majority of Norah Wellings Dolls can be found for under $200 each; many can be found for under $100. Larger, rarer models, as always, will sell for much more.

Marks on Dolls The dolls themselves are not marked except with a paper tag on the foot or wrist; however, the dolls have a distinctive look and can easily be identified without the tag present.

For More Info Gillian Trotter, the author of the now out-of-print “Norah Wellings Cloth Dolls and Soft Toys” has a wonderful blog about Norah Wellings Dolls and Soft Toys. If you can find a used copy of “Norah Wellings Cloth Dolls and Soft Toys”, it is an excellent reference. Blog link: norahwellingsjournal

Norah Wellings Ship Souvenirs Some collectors of both dolls and cruise ship memorabilia collect Norah Wellings Sailor dolls, with particular attention paid to the ship which is indicated on the rim of the sailor hat.

An example of one such doll is shown here; for another example from a collector of Queen Mary memorabilia, with an excellent photo of the original Norah Wellings Production tag, see the S.S.Maritime website.

** This article is a re-blog from The Spruce Crafts, 5-22-19.

  “Victoria Toy Works Co by Norah Wellings dolls 1926-1960 England – manufactured children, adults, character and ethnic cloth dolls from 6 – 36” tall, made with a mask face, velvet, velveteen, plush and felt body, dolls are marked with a cloth tag sewn on bottom of foot; Norah Wellings Made in England. “– dollreference.com

  Norah Wellings (1893 — 1975), British toymaker and designer.

Please share your experiences and questions about the dolls. We’d love to hear for you.

Norah Wellings Dolls ~ 1930s to 1960s ** This article is a re-blog from The Spruce Crafts, 5-22-19. Norah Wellings was from Shropshire, England.