Hi Everyone,
Surprised I survived the garage sale? It seems Ellen has grown very fond of me – attached, so to speak, and will be keeping me around. Sure, Carolyn was ready to sell me out for a measley $2.00, but my purple curls and dramatic makeup has reserved me a spot in the toy box of the ninety year old.
The toy box of the ninety year old is wear Ellen puts all the near and dear toys she will play with when she is that age. Who knows what kind of toys will be around then? Ellen wants something familiar to play with.
The last time you saw me I was hit by a meme tomatoe, (notice the E, maybe it was a British or Canadian tomatoe, and a GM free fruit!), and rather uncomfortable it was, I may add.
Yes, I’ve had a rough life. Ellen rescued me from a junk shop in Canada in Blind River. Yes, the same Blind River Neil Young sang about in “Long May You Run.” This will be my theme song.
This horrid three year old used to “own” me. She would tease the family dog by grabbing my hair and shoving my legs in front of the dog’s face. As if this wasn’t enough, she then chewed off my toes herself! And my thumbs. After these horrid incidents I developed a bit of doll PSTD (post traumatic stress disorder for the uninitiated).
It was good to rest in that Canadian junk shop, but like all good travelers, I had to get out and face my fears.
So here I am. Oh, and since I am a Canadian Barbie, please call me CB. I will be affectionately known here after and for the end of time as CB.
Enough about me. Ellen wanted me to tell you she is going to be gone for while, until the middle of next week. She is going to Montreal and Vermont. Sounds nice. I wish I could come, but unfortunately I have to hold down the fort.
If you have some time feel free to drop Ellen a line, telling her what you are up to. She’ll be glad to hear from you.
Photocredit: © Ellen Wilson