08 July 2007
Anyhow, I digress. These two awesome dolls were made by my Gramma (me mum's mum) for my cousin Christina and I when we were young. I recall Gramma asking what colour we wanted the eyes and hair to be. My doll at one time had luxuriant pink locks (she's the one on the right), while her cousin was a blond, blue-eyed beauty. Sadly, that yarn was tasty to some mice, and so they decided to give our girls a trim.
So here's to the sweetest dolls ever - they have moved on into that plane where dolls roam free of their own accord, no longer bound to be manipulated by tiny hand, or bent by the will of others.