It’s behind glass in my living room. Most adults avert their eyes in utter perturbation, yet children seem to absorb it without any long-term damage (of course I never stick around anywhere long enough to know for sure).
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Bon voyage JB! That's an interesting display. And I'm guessing some history too?
ReplyDeleteGood luck, Bridget! Hope all goes well for you and the hubby... and thanks for leaving us such a creepy picture. I have no doubt, Deb, that there's a history there. :-)
ReplyDeleteI especially like the little red wagon... makes me miss the one I had as a kid.
Have a safe trip! Interesting picture. Yup, Strange is right; there must be some history there.
ReplyDeleteI hate dolls. I HATE them. They freak me out. Weird, I know.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Glam on that one. *shiver*
ReplyDeleteHave a good trip, hope everything's fine, and I'll pop in when you're back. Cheers!
Deb, Laura and Susan are correct in their assumption that there is history in them. In fact, many of my earliest stories detailed the adventures of my dolls, much like Johnny Gruelle’s Raggedy Ann Stories. As disturbing as that little entourage might seem, many of them had distinct personalities, tilling fertile soil for my imagination.
ReplyDeleteGlam and Weronika, your reactions are pretty typical; even now as I look at them, I wonder, ‘What the heck? Why do I even keep all that stuff?'
The older I get, the less sentimental I become. It’s tempting to give them all away...
Bridget - I wouldn't give your menagerie away if I were you (which I'm not, of course). But if you DO decide to give something away, I'll take the little red wagon. ;-)
ReplyDeleteLaura,
ReplyDeleteThe wagon is yours, but you have to come pick it up!
No problem-o!
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