Monday, May 18, 2020 Never Too Old for Dolls

I made a new friend yesterday. You may take that as literally as possible: I “made” a new friend. Her name is Betty. Formally known as Wall-Eyed Betty, she’s undergone some reconstruction and now has a certain homespun beauty about her. Things were somewhat iffy in the middle of her creation – can anyone say “scoliosis?”

Poor Betty. But in the final inning of the game, I put my rally cap on and…voila!

Isn’t she adorable?!!? Luna thought she’d make a good toy.

I was so completely taken with her that I kept taking pictures, kind of like you do with a newborn. I might be getting a little TOO obsessed with Betty.

It shouldn’t surprise you to learn that when I was a child, I read “Raggedy Ann” and “Raggedy Andy” and was completely convinced that my dolls came to life every time I left the room. I’d leave, carefully close the door and then stand there with my ear to the door listening. Occasionally, I’d open it quickly so I could catch them making their way back to their original positions. But they were too quick for me. Ah, youth.

Today, I made a friend for Betty, so they can have cozy chats while I’m out of the room. Her name is Daisy.

I’m so addicted to this now, that I might just make every pattern in the book. But don’t worry – I won’t subject you to every single photo I take along the way.

I guess you never get too old for dolls. Or should I say, some of us don’t.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning. Right after I check in on the girls and say “good morning,” to them. Wouldn’t you?