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<blockquote data-quote="AnnieO" data-source="post: 486489" data-attributes="member: 6705"><p>When I was a baby, my Dad gave me a soft doll, made of colored cotton so that it looked like she was wearing jeans and tennis shoes and a checked shirt. She had long cotton yarn hair and a metal rivet nose that would surely be recalled nowadays. I'm pretty sure she had clothes, too, but I don't really remember them. I named her "V******" (after my maiden name... It's not common). I loved her. I crayoned her. I loved her hair to bits. She was, in Velveteen Rabbit-speak, REAL. And then I grew older and forgot about her.</p><p></p><p>In 1993 or 4, we were all sitting around the Christmas tree. There was an odd-shaped package in tissue paper under the tree, from my Grandma to me. Mom handed it to me, and I gave it a funny look and started unwrapping. Before I even saw what it was, I burst into tears - happy, joyful tears - it was V - I knew it before I even got my hands actually on her. And - she was a bit skinnier, but her hair was back... Mom was amazed that Grandma had found another one like her - but it wasn't another one. Her rivet nose was scraped up and she still had yellow crayon marks. Grandma took her to the doll hospital and had her fixed.</p><p></p><p>V has a place of honor in my house, still. Weasel chewed on her a bit when she was a kitten... And clawed her a tad, out of jealousy - but I fixed her and Weasel learned to live with her.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="AnnieO, post: 486489, member: 6705"] When I was a baby, my Dad gave me a soft doll, made of colored cotton so that it looked like she was wearing jeans and tennis shoes and a checked shirt. She had long cotton yarn hair and a metal rivet nose that would surely be recalled nowadays. I'm pretty sure she had clothes, too, but I don't really remember them. I named her "V******" (after my maiden name... It's not common). I loved her. I crayoned her. I loved her hair to bits. She was, in Velveteen Rabbit-speak, REAL. And then I grew older and forgot about her. In 1993 or 4, we were all sitting around the Christmas tree. There was an odd-shaped package in tissue paper under the tree, from my Grandma to me. Mom handed it to me, and I gave it a funny look and started unwrapping. Before I even saw what it was, I burst into tears - happy, joyful tears - it was V - I knew it before I even got my hands actually on her. And - she was a bit skinnier, but her hair was back... Mom was amazed that Grandma had found another one like her - but it wasn't another one. Her rivet nose was scraped up and she still had yellow crayon marks. Grandma took her to the doll hospital and had her fixed. V has a place of honor in my house, still. Weasel chewed on her a bit when she was a kitten... And clawed her a tad, out of jealousy - but I fixed her and Weasel learned to live with her. [/QUOTE]
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