food, crochet, merriment
Everyone knows that being a princess is hard work. Too many frogs. Too many ball gowns. Too many rules.
And then there’s that pesky crown that won’t stay straight. Sometimes it’s all just too, too much!
Then again, perhaps with a little tweak here or there…
and a bit of balancing this way and that…
the princess can find her special way of doing things that speaks to her very own soul.
Then there will be joy in the kingdom.
My family is soooo cute! They each came and spent a part of Mother’s Day with me. And I was given the most AWESOME gifts this year.
Among them was a beautiful, HOT PINK Kitchen Aid mixer!! Yes, yes, I know–it’s gorgeous and get this…
It matches my toaster!!!
But here’s a tip. Look closely before you throw any boxes away–
or you might miss one of the best gifts of all.
And in that old box–packed away yeaaaaars ago, I found a ton of pretty little treasures that I could never seem to get rid of. This little lady used to live in a plastic perfume bottle and smelled like Honeysuckle. The very first thing I did when I got her was to snatch her out of the bottle that was toooo small and dreadful for her to live in. I couldn’t bare it- so, I freed her.
Yeah, I was that kid.
Peter Pan lost his crocodile and his tights…but that cute little face…
After Christmas one year, we found a shopping cart FULL of these little Santa Kiddles and they were 19 cents each. Who comes up with these prices? ANYway, my mom made the comment that they’d be cute on the Christmas tree so my dad bought the whole pile of them. We had to wait the whole next year to see them on the tree, but it was dang magical. And all our friends went nuts over our tiny Santa doll tree.
This little dolly made me very sad, when I was a kid. One day while playing with her I casually took off her hood and discovered that she was completely bald. Not a shred of hair what so ever. Her purple bangs were attached to the hood. It freaked me out something ferocious and I couldn’t play with her anymore.
Ahhhhhh….Snow White. She doesn’t look as new as the others because I played with her alllll the time. Dopey got lost–but his brothers are all there.
There was a girl at my school when I was in 5th grade who said that if we’d give her a dollar, her sister would get us these teeny little dolls. I was totally in. In fact, I gave her TWO dollars so she’d get me two. I was surprised that she brought me two of the same dolls, but hey, they are soooo cute. I was walking home from school with my already-opened mini babies when another girl from our class walked past me. She said, “Soooo, you know her sister is stealing those dolls and selling them at school, right?” I just stared at her. No, of course I didn’t know that. How could I know that? Never thought of such a thing…till then. Made me kind of sick inside. I told my mom and she said, “Well, you can’t fix that. Just don’t ever give her money again.”
A sad lesson on the ways of the world, for this little girlie.
Little Red Riding Hood and the wolf. I combed her hair a lot. Good thing she has a hood.
Last, but not least, is the little Martian Kiddle. She used to have a teeny little space ship, but again, if it was cramped and small–my own claustrophobic issues would be transferred to the dolly…and I’d let her out.
Drove my sister nuts. She’d say, “Why do you DO that?! You never keep your dolls nice. Mine still look new.” And it was true. She had some dolls with the plastic still on their hair to keep it all smooth while some of mine were an absolute mess from being brushed and dressed and brushed some more. But I’ll tell you what. If dolls have a soul of some kind, deep inside it, alllll my dolls knew they were loved–loved bald headed perhaps…
but loved. And that’s ok.
Little Miss Chomp wanted to hold an end of Summer Bake Sale. Well, in truth, she would have preferred it to be a BEGINNING of Summer Bake Sale, but it was put off–as these things often are–until there was simply no summer left.
But she wouldn’t be deterred–the brave soul. She persevered and at last, at last, the day came. Her mom and dad made goodies for her to sell and she even used her sweet little cash register.
It was truly a hit. In fact, after seeing her “haul” I had to wonder if I’m in the wrong business.
Haa.
I have to admit, Easter caught us a bit off guard this year. Easter in March is just…you know–weird. It’s still cold out and there’s not too much Spring yet. Who decides these things anyway?
The kids declared that an egg hunt was in order–whether or not Spring had officially sprung.
And what child will ever argue with a basket full of Easter eggs with tons of surprises inside?
The big “kids” were thrilled at the prospect too.
Obviously.
Back in my day–when I was the mama filling all those eggs for my babies to find–we just packed those suckers with as many malt ball eggs and jelly beans and gummy bunnies as we could get our mitts on.
It’s a wonder all their teeth didn’t fall out. Sheesh.
But this year–my smart cookie daughter, came up with an idea that would give the kids just enough sugar in the plastic eggs to give them a buzz–but not so much that they’d run around the coffee table 45 times in 2 minutes.
She loaded some of the eggs with plastic coins that the kids could turn in to the Bunny Store, for cute little prizes. Good thinking girlie.
Candy-schmandy. What’s sugar compared to a Sponge Bob kite and a pink bunny face mask–I ask you?
The little peeps were thrilled beyond belief.
And we still found plenty of surprises in the eggs.
HAAAAA
