I love old doll clothes. My Great Grandmother made this dress way back when (way back when girls actually played with dolls). It looked as though it had been tea stained. I tested a small area with diluted bleach then bravely bleached the whole dress.
Such a risk taker! There’s still a few tiny stains but it’s bright and crisp enough for wearing.
My Gram had this doll in her room and as a kid I always wanted to hold it.
I keep her put away as some in this house look a little interested in her open and shut eyes. Hmmm, I wonder who I am talking about?
He’s a crazy kid that may or may not have eaten something that looks like a tootsie roll from the cat box. Okay he did, isn’t that the grossest thing ever? He won’t eat green beans but he will eat that?
Can you tell I’m in a blog slump? I miss blogging!
There has been a chain of events here that kind made my zippity doo dah kind of zip away. But it is what it is and I just might feel a burst of posts inching their way forward.
Keep on, friends. I’ll see you later!