vintage christmas: 1975
This is me and my big brother. My sister was somewhere unknown with our father. It would be more than a decade before we all had Christmas together again. I think the skirt is handmade but I'm not sure if my mom made it or what. The doll had flocked "skin" and her eyes shut only when she was on her side. I had received another one on my birthday a few months later. One day I was playing behind a big chair in the living room and left my dollies to sleep on the heater grate. It wasn't a pretty sight. Poor dollies.