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About the Mold

• Features 5 dolls in varying sizes (from approx. 1" to 3 3/8" tall).

• Perfect for repeated use in your creative projects.

• Compatible with polymer clay, paper clay, metal clays, craft soap, waxes, Ultra Thick Embossing Enamel (UTEE), and more.

• Designed by Articus Studio.

Important Details

• This is a one-sided mold: dolls will have flat backs.

• Resin may not release easily. Always test with a release agent first. Results cannot be guaranteed.

• Resin and urethane can be used, but proper release preparation is essential.

Creative Inspiration In the featured video, Carmen from Curious Farms Market demonstrates coloring her Frozen Charlotte using Tim Holtz Distress Ink Vintage Photo Re-Inker. Simply add a few drops to a rag or container, brush onto your doll, and wipe away the excess for a vintage finish.

A Touch of History Frozen Charlotte dolls carry a fascinating Victorian-era story. Originally created in Germany as bath-time novelties that floated in water, they became popular in the United States during the mid-1800s. Their name comes from the haunting ballad Fair Charlotte, inspired by a real tale of a young woman who tragically froze on her way to a New Year’s Eve ball in 1839.

Collectors and crafters alike treasure these dolls today, just as young girls once did when they were baked into cakes as charming surprises.

Tips for Best Results

• Always test your chosen medium with the mold before beginning a full project.

• Use a reliable release agent when working with resin or urethane. Resin and urethane materials can be used in these molds BUT the molds MUST be properly released using a release agent.  Please always test any brand of mold before trying resin with or without a release agent.  I cannot guarantee the results.

• Remember: backs of the dolls will be flat, making them ideal for embellishments, jewelry, or mixed-media art.

FAIR CHARLOTTE

Now, Charlotte lived on the mountainside,
In a bleak and dreary spot;
There was no house for miles around,
Except her father's cot.

And yet on many a wintry night,
Young swains were gathered there;
For her father kept a social board,
And she was very fair.

One New Year's Eve as the sun went down
Far looked her wishful eye
Out from the frosty windowpane
As merry sleighs went by.

In a village fifteen miles away,
Was to be a ball that night;
And though the air was heavy and cold,
Her heart was warm and light.

How brightly beamed her laughing eye,
As a well-known voice was heard;
And driving up to the cottage door,
Her lover's sleigh appeared.

"O, daughter dear," her mother cried,
"This blanket 'round you fold;
It is a dreadful night tonight,
You'll catch your death of cold."

"O, nay! O, nay!" young Charlotte cried,
And she laughed like a gypsy queen;
"To ride in blankets muffled up,
I never would be seen.

"My silken cloak is quite enough,
You know 'tis lined throughout;
Besides I have my silken scarf,
To twine my neck about."

Her bonnet and her gloves were on,
She stepped into the sleigh;
Rode swiftly down the mountain side,
And o'er the hills away.

With muffled face and silent lips,
Five miles at length were passed;
When Charles with few and shivering words,
The silence broke at last.

"Such a dreadful night I never saw,
The reins I scarce can hold."
Fair Charlotte shivering faintly said,
"I am exceeding cold."

He cracked his whip, he urged his steed
Much faster than before;
And thus five other dreary miles
In silence were passed o'er.

Said Charles, "How fast the shivering ice
Is gathering on my brow."
And Charlotte still more faintly said,
"I'm growing warmer now."

So on they rode through frosty air
And glittering cold starlight,
Until at last the village lamps
And the ballroom came in sight.

They reached the door and Charles sprang out,
He reached his hand for her;
She sat there like a monument,
That has no power to stir.

He called her once, he called her twice,
She answered not a word;
He asked her for her hand again,
And still she never stirred.

He took her hand in his - O, God!
'Twas cold and hard as stone;
He tore the mantle from her face,
Cold stars upon it shone.

Then quickly to the glowing hall,
Her lifeless form he bore;
Fair Charlotte's eyes were closed in death,
Her voice was heard no more.

And there he sat down by her side,
While bitter tears did flow;
And cried, "My own, my charming bride,
You never more will know."

He twined his arms around her neck,
He kissed her marble brow;
His thoughts flew back to where she said,
"I'm growing warmer now."

He carried her back to the sleigh,
And with her he rode home;
And when he reached the cottage door,
O, how her parents mourned.

Her parents mourned for many a year,
And Charles wept in the gloom;
Till at last her lover died of grief,
And they both lie in one tomb.

by Seba Smith

Smith based the poem on an article in the February 8, 1840 edition of New York Observer. The article told of a woman who froze to death on a sleigh ride to a ball on December 31, 1839.