I had a little baby doll once. Her name was Baby Doll. She was born about 1958. I still believed in Santa Claus. She was delivered on a Christmas morning with a dent in her box. My dad told me that Rudolph had accidentally stepped on her box. That made me feel like she was truly special :) I bragged about her all up and down the block. That Rudolph had actually stepped on my baby doll’s box. I never once considered her damaged in any way. She was just special. I told her all of my secrets. When I grew up and moved away, my mom kept her. And my sister’s doll. We both had the same kind. Eventually, as adults, my sister asked for her doll and I kept asking my mother to keep her for me. I hadn’t found the most perfect place for her. My mother kept her in the same bassinet she’d used for all five of us kids. A little white wicker thing that had a little white wicker rocking chair along side of it. My mother always dressed my dolly in clothes I’d actually worn as a baby. Lost my dolly to Katrina. Searched since then for another and –
Last week, I found her! Please join me in welcoming:
She must be the most perfect baby doll I’ve ever seen! Sooo realistic looking. I’m amazed. I hope I’ll be able to take pictures in better lighting soon but….this is her perfect self!
And here too! How do they do that these days? Make the dolls look so real? Plus she feels real – soft skin, etc – and is weighted like a real baby. I’m thinking to take her grocery shopping with me this week end. Hahaha!