I think I am turning into my grandmother, God rest her soul. Nanny was quite devoted, in her later years, to a Cabbage Patch doll, which she officially adopted with paperwork and everything. I am probably similarly destined to become a doll-devotional.
I have never even seen the Disney film in which my beloved Tinker Bell and this "Lizzy" become BFFs, yet I rescued this doll from a lonely fate. For months and months, she has been languishing on the same shelf in Target, the last of her kind, unpurchased, unloved, unwavering in her green-eyed, wistfully hopeful gaze. Each time I headed down that aisle (and WHY was I headed down a toy aisle, hmm?), I thought for sure she would be gone, happily transported home in the arms of some thrilled little person who would love her to pieces. Each time, although surprised and unhappy to see her in the same spot, I told myself that if she was still there next time, I’d take action.
It’s not right, I tell ya. I have had enough of "next time". NOW is "next time". I had to rescue her.
You would not believe how many friends she’s gonna have to play with here in the house with no children. Someday, I shall do a pictorial on the contents of the toy hamper that lives in my office here at home. In the meantime – welcome home, Lizzy!