So, as I already stated, I am Atheist, but I did live with an Irish/Italian Catholic for a few years and his good old fashioned guilt must have rubbed off on me a bit because right now I am compelled to admit something.
I stole this from my mom:
Yes, I was into Strawberry Shortcake dolls when I was a kid. I don’t know who my mom bought this for, I had always assumed it was for me, yet it sat in her closet for what seemed like years, birthdays and Christmasses and other holidays when a nice toy would be appropriate drifted by and I never was given her. I grew somewhat resentful about this, I mean, really, WHY would a grown woman want one of these dolls and not play with it (I KNOW! Ironic, eh?)? I felt like she was just being mean.
So I took it. I don’t even remember when. And clearly it was after any time that I would have wanted to play with it, as she resides in her original (squashed) box with a $9.99 price tag on the top from Robinsons. Robinsons? What the hell is that? Is that like The Bay but…not?
Sorry, Mumma. And if I am remembering this story not quite correctly, please fill me in with your details.
Today was Ari’s 6th birthday. I think it was probably her most eagerly anticipated birthday yet, and has been talked about for almost a year. The day went very well, Ari helped me bake and decorate her own cake this morning:
Served on my grandmother’s wedding china, yes. I am no cake decorator, that’s for certain. I am also aware that it reads Happy Ari Birthday, but when I made the letters and she was watching, it all made sense. And no, it’s no Barbie cake, nor does it have pink frosting (we haven’t moved a few key things including the food colouring) but it tasted good and that’s the main point. Ari got to make 2 wishes, one when she blew out the candle and one when she made the first cut.
Lots of presents too, including a Razor scooter (decorated with Princess stickers), Little Pet Shop stuff, her first Pez dispenser,Converse runners, a tea set from Oma and a whoopie cushion from my mom. The shoes are too big but she’s still growing-better than too small, right?
If you’re wondering: No, we haven’t finished unpacking yet. But we’re getting there. It looks more like a home every day, and that’s good.
I’ve decided I want a dollhouse. I know. It’s a little weird. Hear me out:
My best friend Veronica had a dollhouse when we were growing up. It was a Lundby, and she probably got it in the late 70’s. Her dad was in charge of buying all the furniture and accoutrements so mostly it was full of antique-y looking stuff that Veronica hated. She wanted modern looking chairs, toilets with a flipper to flush, not a chain to pull. Her dollhouse people were hilarious, the infamous FB, so named because he was a Fat Boy. Her dog ate half his head and we still played with him. Yoda also spent time in her dollhouse.
Ideally, somehow-magically-Veronica’s original dollhouse will appear on my doorstep. Considering I haven’t seen her in 16 years and that we don’t have a doorbell, that’s unlikely. There’s a version of the same house on sale on Ebay, but it’s in America and the shipping is crazy.
That’s what it looks like in all it’s glory. The bottom 2 layers are add-ons. I just want to decorate and furnish it MY way. And maybe share it eventually.
Lucky for me, I live with a newly 5 year old who got crazy amounts of presents for her birthday. One such gift (from Oma?) arrived at our house a few weeks ago and has sat untouched since then. I got the bug to build today, so I helped myself to the blocks and built a pyramid. These blocks are great, perfectly finished, smooth and flat, and they smell so good…Then I also got the pleasure of smashing it to the ground.
Not related to World’s Littlest Snoopy.
You’re right. His mouth IS the funniest part. Plus he is a bobble head, in theory.
I went toy shopping today for an upcoming birthday. Did you know that there are these new Barbies in the universe? Don’t get me wrong, I love America’s Next Top Model, like, LOVE, it’s sort of the best reality show out there. If you don’t count Project Runway or Big Brother. Or Survivor. Ultimate Fighter is good, as it showcases young men wearing no shirts. Wrasslin’ and such.
Well, anyway, I didn’t buy one of these dolls. Tempted, yes, but didn’t. Check the one on the right, she looks so mean. Heehaa, I LOVE IT!
Also, this girl, who looks sort of like Frenchy, I guess, from Grease, although not like Didi Conn.
We’ve been busy playing with Playmobil toys lately. I had a few when I was a kid, but I tended to beg for Lego’s more. There’s quite a great collection here now, and we’ve been spending lots of time with it. I narrate crazy stories about princesses and princes and elves and kings that die and come back to life as handsome princes that have love in their hearts. I only get to play the boy characters or the ones that do not have crowns and ball gowns. 
Also, a special painting was made just for me.
It’s a little abstract, but it’s a heart with arms and a face, green grass, sky…beautiful.
I got involved with a community project. I was sent a cheapo dollar store doll and I have to give her a makeover and send in a picture. I just got mine yesterday and I have been studying her to try to come up with ideas on how to make her prettier, like that’s even possible.
Her head pops off if you breathe too huffily near her, but she has really great makeup and I love her hair colour.
And I will be working around her sexy shoes.
