and I will explain why....
When I was a girl I loved loved Cabbage Patches. I never had one of my own, but on one particular day my Mom told me that a favorite Aunt of hers would be arriving and she had a gift for me and my sister--Cabbage Patch dolls--she said. Oh, and I was overjoyed, whoever this "Aunt" was, she was now my favorite too. With anticipation I recieved this "cabbage patch doll" and I will forever remember that day as a day of severe dissapointment. This was in my Mom's words..."A homemade cabbage patch doll" which is really code for NOT a cabbage patch doll at all. Anyway, it wasn't just that this doll didn't come in a package, but that my sister (who I envied) got the prettier doll.
Jenny's doll: pretty blond hair
Mine: orange brown
Jennys' doll: Big blue eyes
Mine: Brown (wha-wha)
Jennys' doll: pink dress
Mine: Orange brown (again)
So as any well adjusted kid I learned a great deal about life's dissapointments, picked up the pieces and made do with my doll AND after awhile I even started to like her.
One day I was in the bathroom playing with my doll (i don't know why in the bathroom ) when I spied my mom's make-up sitting out on the counter. Well, maybe I could make my doll a little prettier. Granted she would never be as lovely as Jenny's but with a few improvements she could pass. I added a dab (tons) of blush to her cheeks, a smidgeon (globs) of mascara to her eyes, and so on. When I was done she didn't look pretty at all...so I tried to wash it off (did I mention my doll was made of fabric) anyway it ended up with big black eyes and brown smears all over it's face and the worst part was-- I KNEW when Mom found out I WAS IN FOR IT!
I managed to hide my dolly from her for a few days, but eventually the truth came out. She was so upset and I remember how I kept thinking..."What do you care--it's my doll."
FAST FORWARD 20 YEARS: Martie loves dollies and for Christmas this year I scowered store after store, picking up and putting back (where they don't belong) doll after doll until I found the perfect ones. As I came home with my treasure, I giggled to myself about how much she would love them and would from time to time sneak into my toy hiding place to pick them up and look at them. Christmas came and......SHE LOVED THEM!
FAST FORWARD TO TODAY:
So Mom, I just want to say...I"M SORRY! I get it now!by the way "magic eraser" won't take it off.
3 comments:
and just think,in the post before this one she was playing with her pretty dolls in a box.(without marker on their heads.)I love the way you told your story.
LOL!! I had a homemade cabbage patch doll when I was little too...thankfully "Santa" replaced it with an authentic one a few years later. How naive we are as adults to think that little kids will appreciate the effort and sentimentality that we think of when we're buying (or making) them something. Great story!! :)
PS (Chandler is really excited about his room and blanket)
I had a fake cabbage patch doll too. I was very sad but I never tried to make her prettier. I didn't know that was an option. Had I known. This is yet another reason why I think it is best we became friends later. And I don't want to know about the mice living in your dresser. Ok yes I do.
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