I have always loved dolls.
I'm supposed to have outgrown them by now but when I got that memo I crumpled it up and hucked it in the trash. As my human friends hit puberty and left their dolls for boys my life forced me to go the other way: I didn't have much contact with humans but my dolls stayed true.
I don't have many memories but one of
my fondest is when a family member made a comment to my mother that went
like this: "It's like you finally get them out of diapers and then they
have these dolls and you have to go through it all over again when you
thought you were finally done!" This massively offended me one, because
my doll was ten years old (same as me) and both of us were most definitely wearing
big girl underwear. The second reason this ruffled my ten year old
feathers was because this doll was not my baby; she was
my friend.
To this day my family of dolls has grown and they and my other inanimate companions remain my closest friends and confidantes. In short, this blog is a sort of photo journal of the silly things we do together and the even sillier looks people give us while we do so.
Enjoy!
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