I love her. I can already feel a special kinship between she and I. Her tag looks a little worn, her message typed on a typewriter. I have a feeling she has been used well and often.
I can't reveal the source from whence she arrived. If I let the person's identity out into the public, I fear that mothers everywhere would start demanding dolls of their own. Women would clamor to his or her door with pleas for their own stuffing to whack. So, for now, I shall keep her all to myself and close by me at the ready. I have a feeling she shall be used within the hour.
Thank you my special friend. Who knew that a prayer could be answered with some simple fabric, yarn hair and a truth telling poem...I'm feeling serenity already.
You have amazing friends!! Happy Birthday!
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ReplyDeleteI suspect it was Todd. He was tired of being the one you whack on the counter when you are mad. And I think he is pretty handy in the craft area. Happy Birthday
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