On my way home from having lunch with my grandparents last week (Have you ever tried the fire-roasted artichoke from The Cheesecake Factory? You really should.), I stopped at the Sandy Antique Mall for a quick browse.
I know I'm not the only person who finds old dolls creepy and would never EVER want to go to sleep with one in my bedroom, eyes open, watching me sleep, all night long. But on this visit, I spotted some winners.
Something about this doll reminds me of my grandma Hill, but in a creepy way. My grandma was not at all creepy, so I can't pinpoint what it is that reminds me of her. Maybe she had a doll like this somewhere in her house (the attic of which was most definitely very creepy).
AAAAHH! I'm sure I'm missing some historical significance here, but why has this doll just ripped the head off of a toy soldier...and is now looking so smug about it? (And what about that creepy angel that's photo bombing my creepy doll picture?)
I wisely left the other two dolls on the shelf, but this one I took home with me for the bargain price of $10. She would probably be creepy, too, if not for the fact that she's Little Orphan Annie, and she's wearing real fabric socks. I bought her for Keira, who has lately been obsessed with the Annie from my childhood (with Carol Burnett as Mrs. Hannigan). Never mind that Keira recently pointed at a lady at Costco and yelled at the top of her lungs: "Mrs. Hannigan! Mrs. Hannigan!" I can only hope that the woman was without a television for most of the 1980s and that the reference eluded her.
See, I told you she loves the movie. Although she's just now starting to venture into Disney Princess world, having fallen in love with Rapunzel, and then Merida (which Keira pronounces in a Scottish accent, like "Medidah," and she WILL correct you if you pronounce it with a regular "r" sound), and now Mulan. My little girl is growing up. You should hear her sing, "And at last I see the life...", her take on a song from Tangled.