The Box of Dolls

Hello,

Catherine has boxes of toys downstairs.

One of the boxes contains dolls.

Over the years she has kept a doll that I would have thrown out, an old one from her own childhood.

The doll no longer has clothes, nor all of its essential parts, but is still loved and the doll of choice for Rhiannon this weekend.

With a whole selection of Barbies to choose from --  Barbie clothes, and accessories to cut and comb hair on the Barbies, why would a person be interested in investigating a doll that is disabled, visiually disabled as this doll is.

There is no accounting for taste.

Or why a child will love and want to play with one doll over another.



Don't you just love her?

Is this really the doll a little girl would choose to cradle on her laped

Or give eye contact to?

 Or sing the last lullaby of the night to?

Do the lyrics, "Come to me my melancholy baby?" come to mind?

Checking out the doll

Or maybe the lyrics,  "Cry baby, cry, put your finger in your eye.  Tell your mother it wasn't I?" are appropriate.

Arta