This is my baby doll and highchair from when I was small. She is well travelled, moving interstate and spending time packed away in the roofs of 5 houses as my parents moved around. I am very grateful that despite having to lug four lots of cradles, highchairs and dolls from house to house, my parents never thought of getting rid of these.So as my kids are now starting to pretend, it was time for "I can't remember her name*" to come down from the roof.
The kids do a great job of keeping her well fed and making sure she has lots to drink.....
but still, she's in a bad way. Her stuffing has flattened making her way too floppy, she needs a good wash....
....and a bad position in the plastic container has left her head a little oddly shaped.... making her look just a bit too creepy. I apologise to those who will now have trouble getting to sleep tonight! But on the plus side, look how happy she is within herself!
So after her success with Webster, Dr B Cardigan has been paged and the operating theatre (aka washing machine/sewing machine) is being prepared.
For more creativeness, head over to visit Kirsty who is settling into her new space.
From last week: Issue 10 of MixTapeZine is on its way to Teddy Bear's Wednesday.
For more creativeness, head over to visit Kirsty who is settling into her new space.
From last week: Issue 10 of MixTapeZine is on its way to Teddy Bear's Wednesday.
