This is my sister Kathy and me, I believe with Christmas gifts, modeling Grandma's handmade flannel nightgowns and new dollies wearing matching nightgowns. We must have been about 6 and 7 years old, when Pixie cuts were all the rage. Isn't my sister the cutest with her beautiful dark red hair and matching dolly? This photo must have been taken at the other grandmother's house, because I see a lot of boys' feet and legs and arms, and I think Uncle David is sticking his head in the photo. My mom has seven younger brothers; David is the youngest and is six months younger than his first nephew, my oldest brother Kevin. Got that? Anyway, this photo triggered the memory of the dolly and her nightgown, tucked away in a suitcase with other treasured childhood things.
Poor thing, her hair is a mess, the nightgown has a weird blue stain and the sleeve elastic is long worn out, but she still has the most darling face. The sock doll I made at about age 10 or 11 with my best friend from two doors down, Toni, from a book of crafts she had. The dolly's name is Flower. I gave her the black hair and blue eyes I always admired on Snow White. Flower's looking a bit worse for wear too, but I'll always keep her.
I took a much-needed mental health day off of work on Thursday and worked on the X's and O's to distract myself from the sadness and stress of the last two weeks until we close. The stripes are going every which way but it isn't really bothering me. I may turn some of the squares to have all the stripes going the same way around the outside edges. So there you have it, Past Times and Pastimes.