Entries from April 1, 2009 - May 1, 2009
The Firefly and knitting DVD’s are not in the mail…
I’ve “borrowed” them in December and the guilt of not returning them is mounting. I blame my sister for this guilt because she lent them to me.
This just goes to show people should read more Shakespeare.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Anyone what to guess what play the quote is from? (No fair looking it up on the internet!)
Anyone (except my very sweet, kind, patient sister) waiting on something to be returned?
Nana loved baby dolls. Every year for Christmas each of the girls got a new baby doll. As you can imagine that amount to a considerable number of dolls over the years.
I still have Bibsy which looks a lot like Baby Secret. Bibsie was the same size as a real baby. I recieved her when I was about 5 years old. You could give Bibsie are “real bottle” and consequently she had her own real cloth diapers. Bibsie had the tragic flaw in that she rattled when you shook her. This was tragic because Aunt Cassandra and Aunt Rosalind wanted to know why she rattled. Aunt C was about 4 years of age and her then current and future partner in trouble Aunt R about 2. They cut off Bibsie’s hand to see why she rattled. Lucky for Bibsy they had not seen Marcus Welby MD (Think House without the limp or the malpractice issues) or there might have been more serious surgery involved.
We had all kinds of dolls: Chatty Cathy, Little Kiddles, of course various incarnations of Barbie, Betsy Wetsy, Baby First Step, Honeysuckle Kologne, Tiny Tears Tiny Tears, Ken and Gi Joe (Nana was a budding semi-feminist). It was surprising now that I think back, how many of our dolls had the ability to pee. That was a big marketing concept on the 60’s. In the 70’s lot of them had hair that “grew”. Weird.
It was interesting how as the world opened up for women in the early 70’s, the world of girl’s toys expanded beyond dolls, jump ropes and kitchen toys. Aunt Rosalind asked for a pink catcher’s mitt for Christmas one year.
I can’t remember if Nana was able to find one for her back then.
The cool thing is if you Aurora or someday far off in the future your daughter, wanted a pink catcher’s mitt or a baby doll, both are now available.
More to follow,
Love Aunt Carissa
What was your favorite doll growing up?
On the one hand Princess left for the beach with her room a mess (downgraded from disaster), her bank account over drawn, her car at work with a flat tire and the coffee maker on.
On the other hand, she went away for the weekend with friends, with whom she would have a great time while not smoking, drinking or potentially making me a future grandma.
All in all, I’m going with Thank You Lord.