Her leg is broken and I'm sure her stuffing is ready to turn into powder. Yet with all the moves I have made over the past 27 years, I just haven't been able to toss her away.
I don't remember how old I was when I got Holly Hobbie, but she always seemed to hang around.
The rocking chair, which came with Raggedy Ann on my 4th Chirstmas, use to play "Twinkle,Twinkle, Little Star" when I'd rock. The metal top is still there. One of these days, I need to find someone who can repair antique toys.
Did I just say "antique" about one of my childhood toys?
In the world of photography, I’m the kindergartner with a Polaroid surrounded by college kids using 35mm cameras with the really cool lenses that come...
