She was my favorite doll.
I think I must have just gotten her that year when I was four. That's the year Ideal released her and she was all I wanted. It's four days before Christmas, 1967, my mom had way to much to do with:
she still made time to bake a beautiful birthday cake not only for me, but one for my Thumbalina, as well. I thank God often for the gift of my mother. I never forget how lucky I am.
You may not be able to see it but even then I obviously had such a sense of sytle????notice the curlers in my hair...beauty is painful!!! And here I sit, on this birthday, typing, with curlers in my hair. My brothers are not beside me, but one did just call and sing happy birthday to me....and he never sings. But except for the curlers most things about me have changed in these last two decades, and that's a good thing.
but she is still my favorite doll
and as corny as it sounds, she looks well loved....and that's not such a bad way to look, is it?