7 April 2013
Storytelling Sunday- The doll with the chipped face.
She has sat on my book shelf as long as I can remember.
Somewhere along the line I must have been given her as a present but I don't recall it.
She hasn't really got a story.
Just that she has sat there as an ornament. When I was little I used to open her up and get all the little ladies out and line them up.
The joints squeaked back then when I opened them. Now she is very stiff to open and one little lady won't even come out.
I used to like peering at their faces and looking at the different expressions. It was never a toy to be played with for a long time. Just opened up, lined up and put back together again.
I don't think it is valuable. Her chipped face tells of a few hard knocks.
I like her though. I like her enigmatic expression and the fact that I can't remember where or when she came from.
She is just there. Gazing from my bookshelf.
She is precious.
Today I am joining in with the lovely Sian and her Storytelling Sunday. Pop on over to visit other bloggers and read their stories about precious things.