If the house is ever on fire I pray these make it out safely. Admittedly unprepossessing, they are my childhood stuffed toys. The doll I named Margie after my older cousin whom I thought the most beautiful of girls, and Rory, cause elephants roar, get it? Um, right. Mom made the little dress for Margie out of a scrap of fabric and I think I sewed on the one blue button for an eye for Rory. This photo op has me looking at them with a critical eye and seeing they are overdo for some restoration efforts, maybe even new outfits. lol
Characterizations: been there, right on!
Margie and Rory look well loved. (Keep them with you or near an exit in case of emergencies..it would be sad for you to lose them after all of these years.)
Ahh, Margie! Well loved. She has been around long enough, her hairstyle has become trendy – the mussed look.
This just makes me smile! Friends for life. I never named my stuffed animals and dolls because I disliked my own name and I didn’t think it was fair to give them a name they might not like.