The Party's Over
So, she likes it. She doesn't love it but she likes it. And I've realized something. She loves the clothes I make her. She doesn't care for the toys. Time for me to stop foisting them on her. I'm going to just back off for a while. If you hear of me making a toy for her, slap me, would you?
You know what sealed it? The hostess of our fabulous party had a beanie baby Dora doll. The Squid was beside herself, and despite all of the wonderful gifts she got, she fell asleep muttering "I wish I had a Dora just like that."
I offered - what if I make a Dora outfit for one of your handmade dolls?
"hmm. well...? no."
Ok, if you need mass production, what if I make a Dora outfit for that Cabbage Patch doll - she's Latina and everything.
"hmm. well....? no."
Ok. What if I knit you a Dora doll, from scratch, top to bottom, and I even fill it with beans, like the beanie baby?
"hmm. well...? how 'bout we buy one?"
And so I thought... why not? why do I insist she must love hand made toys? She loves Dora. I remember being a kid and wanting The Latest Toy and when my grandmother crocheted me one that was Just As Good, I was devastated. It does need to be the mass produced one. because that's the REAL one.
At least we agree on one thing. Cake rocks.
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