Attachments, Part 2

Today I did another hard thing. I opened up two containers. Containers that I needed to go through and get rid of most, if not all, of its contents. Actually, I opened the first container last night which was labeled My Youth. The other was Baby Clothes and Blankets. 

Do you recall these lines from a commercial: 

“Hey, you got chocolate on my peanut butter!” 

“Well, you got peanut butter on my chocolate!”

Two words collided. 

Well, that’s kinda how it went with these two containers. I have strong sentimental attachments to the contents of both. 

I opened the one from my youth. The first thing I see is my baby doll, which I figure is at least 55 years old now. And her clothes looked it. And her hair, wow. I’m glad it’s short. I always say that when I wake up in the morning my hair looks like a doll’s hair that’s been left in an attic for 50 years. Well, it does!  

Anyway, I looked the baby over as I wondered what to do with her. Is it too heartless just to pitch her? I don’t think anyone would pay money for her if I donated her to GoodWill or the thrift store where I shop frequently. So I decided to put the baby doll in the grandkid’s toy box and see what happens. 

I watched my grands today and when Belle saw the baby doll she snatched her out of the box and loved on her all day. Belle brushed her hair and told me the baby needed new clothes. It was wonderful knowing that this doll was bringing joy to another little girl.

Tonight I went through the container of baby clothes. Such memories attached to each onesie, winter buntings, slippers, mittens, hats, etc. 

I didn’t want to part with most of it, but then I had an idea. What if I pick out the smallest outfits for the baby doll? So I did just that. Now I can see the baby doll and the clothing again. Two worlds collided. 

So I dressed the baby in pajamas that all six of my kids once wore. I kept two blankets and several articles of clothing.

I made the baby doll a bed in a colorful cardboard box. I folded the extra clothing and placed them in another little box for Belle. Can’t wait to see if she will be as happy as I am. ♥️

Andi