Thursday, March 15, 2012
In Which Magnolia Has a Face Lift
Joe, Tom, and I had driven over to Evanston from where we lived in Schaumburg, and loved the town. We liked knowing that our new baby would be born at Evanston Hospital. It sounded like a nice place to be from. As we were heading back to the car, we passed a crafty kind of shop and popped in. And there she was. With her beautiful coiffure and engaging smile. I had to take her home.
As a child, Sherry never took to Magnolia. She confided to me recently that she'd found her "a little creepy." So the doll stayed in good condition. Awhile back I found her again, and Sam and Caroline were enchanted. Apparently they've played hard together, because a few weeks ago when we were up at Sherry's, we learned that Magnolia was nearly decapitated. Furthermore, the felt of her beautiful blue eyes and her broad grin was wearing off. She looked as though she'd seen better days. So she came home with me.
I recapitated her and then wondered what to do about her faded facial features. Since the pupils were intact and the whites of her eyes were still good, I decided that embroidery would fashion the irises. And Joe carefully traced her smile and I cut it out of some nice Cherrywood scrap that I had. I tell you, friends, it is a peculiar feeling to apply an iron to someone's face. Especially, I guess, to someone as unfailingly cheerful as Magnolia. But I clenched my teeth and did it. And then buttonhole-stitched it down.
So now Magnolia's good as new. She'll head home from the spa on Saturday. With a new hair ribbon for her bravery.
Posted by Nancy, Near Philadelphia on Thursday, March 15, 2012