Pinterest keeps sending me these, knowing that I love them and hate them, conflicted about paper dolls seems healthy these days, does it not.
I share our collective trauma, living in this country in it's death throws. ( always the optimist)- all logic and reason tossed under the bus, as they say. so, paper dolls....
When , as a child, I received paper dolls in the post from my Aunt in Denver, a page from McCall's Magazine, I was thrilled-" oh look at all the beautiful outfits and the pretty little girl with rosy cheeks"- I could hardly wait, but every damned time I scissored off the tabs of the dresses and sometimes the curls of the girls head.
Happy... and then sad, all in one hour!
Dressing animals seems better, because they are not fond of clothing anyway.
ridiculous already, a lamb with a book and a purse??? A parrot with a musket?
And this crazy baby who is absolutely correct- it is silly.
Man dolls were always boring- what a snooze.
This last one is probably my favorite, at least there is some creativity going on.
speaking of paper, yesterday I went to the Assisted Woman's League, a little shop run by elder volunteers...elder, I say, I am one...anyway, I bought a package of interesting looking white balls and cones made of what they thought was styro, but I knew was pressed cotton made in Germany- I got a deal. Now what to do with them.