Writer's Block: Your own toy story
Jun. 5th, 2011 04:44 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
When I was a little girl, one of ladies at the church we were at made me a doll from scratch. Her name is Susan. She's big; about twice the size of a Cabbage Patch doll. She's had some broken stitches that were repaired by my grandfather, and some freckles from when she got some mildew. We killed the mildew, but didn't want to bleach her.
I took her a lot of places, which is how she got mildewed. I didn't take her camping, though. I have a little stuffed beaver that I took on all my camping trips instead. But she went with me to visit my grandparents and walked with me to choir practice and sat out on the porch with me to drink tea and watch thunderstorms.
I still have her. She's sitting up on the shelf where I display my stuffed animal collection, right behind the Civil War bears, wearing one of my old shirts from when I was small. I hope my kids will get to play with her in a few years.
When I was a little girl, one of ladies at the church we were at made me a doll from scratch. Her name is Susan. She's big; about twice the size of a Cabbage Patch doll. She's had some broken stitches that were repaired by my grandfather, and some freckles from when she got some mildew. We killed the mildew, but didn't want to bleach her.
I took her a lot of places, which is how she got mildewed. I didn't take her camping, though. I have a little stuffed beaver that I took on all my camping trips instead. But she went with me to visit my grandparents and walked with me to choir practice and sat out on the porch with me to drink tea and watch thunderstorms.
I still have her. She's sitting up on the shelf where I display my stuffed animal collection, right behind the Civil War bears, wearing one of my old shirts from when I was small. I hope my kids will get to play with her in a few years.