Wednesday, April 28, 2010

stuffed animals

I never like dolls. I was certain that they were up to no good the minute you closed your eyes.  It was not tea parties and play for them. It was lose the homework, spill  soda on the carpet, or hide one sneaker. Evil doers all.

I let my two sisters fight over what few dolls I was given, including that freakish bubble-do Barbie with the plum colored lips and odd skin tone like she'd died from carbon monoxide poisoning. "Dusky" the coroner would call it.

The stuffed animals I trusted. Thinking about what I am going to do with this bear has reminded me of an old friend that I haven't thought of in years. I had to be seven when this one was as close to a horse as I would ever own. It was a mule I think, from his general proportions and demeanor. Little mean eyes, no tail - all business.  I used sewing needle to unpick a bridle that had been stitched to his head - my horses ran free!  He was not soft. Stuffed tight with dense cotton, I could swing him by the leg and give Kitty or Patty a good stiff thwack without leaving a mark!

5 comments:

Vicki W said...

I'm exactly the same. Dolls have always creeped me out. All of my dolls wound up naked in my brother's toy box. lol!

jude said...

trust is a special think. quite personal.

Rebekah Crown said...

I have always also thought that stuffed animals were special. One of my 22-year-old daughters has yet to give all of hers up. Congratulations for giving that bear a new life!

Dee / Cloth Company said...

oh this is funny. more! more!

Rosemary@semo.net said...

OMG you've brought up some doll memories, and sister memories. Not especially good ones. Childhood can be a horrid memory, a nightmare. Meanness abounds. Fairness is a joke, a not funny joke. I love that you are rescuing the bear, and helping him defend himself/herself. I like the mule cudgel concept. You think like some very scary people I've known. Glad we're friends.