Forlorn

She may well look forlorn, as she sits in my window and the weather outside is awful. Every time I look up from the computer . . . it's raining. 

I must have had this doll since I was a child, although I have no recollection as to who gave her to me or when. She has just always 'been there'. Sadly I cannot move her as she just falls apart and maybe that is another reason why she is so woebegone. Perhaps I should attempt to mend her or maybe take her to the Repair Shop.