Tag - Dolls

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Dolls Belong In the Attic or At Goodwill
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My Doll—Vintage Sesame Street Episode

Dolls Belong In the Attic or At Goodwill

  George’s mom in doll form (Seinfeld)   For the most part, dolls are creepy. I’m also not fond of miniatures of any kind. Why do people think making things smaller than they are in real life suddenly makes them cute?   Last week as we were pulling into the driveway, my son asked, “Who’s that man in the garage?”   “What?! Where??” I shrieked, thinking there was an intruder lurking about. Turns out he was referring to a three foot tall, freakishly lifelike statue of my brother-in-law perched on a shelf, smiling at us.    My husband brought it home one day. I’m not exactly sure how he got his hands on it or why such a statue exists in the first place? Regardless, to my surprise he rescued his mini brother and made a place for him on a shelf in our garage.   Now a sort of ritual has began. Every morning as we leave for school through the garage, the kids says, “Bye Uncle Julian”, as though he’s the real deal. And they return at the end of the day with a happy, “Hi Uncle Julian.” It makes me smile. Though I’m not a fan of[…]

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My Doll—Vintage Sesame Street Episode

This morning I let Avery watch some vintage Sesame Street clips on the computer. I know it’s weird we don’t have cable. If I had a nickel for every time I was mocked for it, I’d have a butt load of nickels. I’m a sentimental sap and as she sat watching intently, laughing and smiling it brought me back to MY childhood. Avery is now the exact age I was when I watched this same episode for the first time. Watching her enjoyment of this sweet clip below, I felt this gigantic emontional surge of love and nostalgia. I remember watching the little dollhouse girls playing together and wishing that someday I would have a dollhouse like that. Maybe it’s hormones, maybe I’m overtired, but I got a little misty. My mom used to set me up on the couch with a snack (celery stick boats filled with peanut butter usually) and put on Sesame Street for me to watch. She was younger than I am now. She undoubtedly used that time to catch up on housework, talk on the phone, have a little quiet time. All of the same things that I do now. As I watched Avery look at the dollhouse through her little eyes, I[…]

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