Dolls and life
Once upon a time. Remember the stories we were read when we were children. I don’t recall too many of them now, but I do seem to recall they all had happy endings. Lately I’ve been introduced to the new dolls that are on the market, perhaps I shouldn’t say new, because they have been around, they are “new” to me.
It has been a delight to discover that there are many different cultures represented in the choices, however one does have to search them out. I found one the other day that had been discarded, she was no longer “perfect”
Someone, had given her a very bad haircut, and she had lost patches of her hair. It was a sad face that looked back at me when I found her in the store. She came home for a spa day, the next day I took her in and the kind lady pierced her ears for me. I had thought to take her to the doll club meeting earlier this week. She was very happy with her new look, unfortunately it didn’t work out that she was able to accompany me to the meeting, but I have promised her an outing soon.,
At the doll club meeting, I learned a lot about some of the work that is being done with dolls, especially in health care. Dolls are brought in to visit Alzheimer patients, with heart warming results. There was also talk about organizing a tea party for young girls and boys, who would like to revisit a social custom that many no longer share or participate in.
I myself learned that my new “young lady” was the right “doll” to introduce to others, the fact that we all go through different “phases” in our lives, and sometimes, we are left with visible signs of our “trauma”.. that doesn’t change who we are, we are still beautiful in our own unique way. And more often than naught, we are a better, and stronger person for the challenges we faced and overcame.
I see dolls in a totally different way now as an adult. I am amazed at how dolls have changed (varieties) over the years, yet, now as always, they still infect us with a love that transcends age.
Share a hug today. Reintroduce a doll into your life =^_^=
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My reward for talking myself out for a walk, a cold, ice cold, black coffee, with lots of ice. Oh Yum. I called Hubby to pick me up, while I was half way on my little mini “trek” For a first time out this year, I’m happy.
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