Many, many moons ago (I think I was still in high school, early 80s), my aunt made me a tiny little doll. At the time I think miniature shelves were pretty popular and the doll was made to go on a shelf but really, I’m old, oh so old, and have forgotten the whys. But while I was going through things and reorganizing I came across my little doll and thought she would be fun to photograph.
I set about trying to find the best way to photograph her and finally ending up wedging her tiny feet into the top of my birdfeeder. I thought I would be telling about how my aunt hand sewed all of her tiny seams, little dress, and French knot hair.
But, the story I thought I would give with the photos quickly turned as I went around her to get all of her sides.
It was right about now that my 19 year old decided to get in on the action. He tried to eat her, but I wasn’t quick enough to catch that shot!
Doesn’t he look guilty?!
She now sits in Haden’s belly. I’m not so sure I want her back if she makes it back from her trip.
She was cute, and lasted many years. . . until my sons got ahold of her! But boys do keep life interesting!
