Sunday, October 18, 2009
I’ve barely slept a wink. I’ll be finding myself a support group for when my children are of the age where they get to make the decisions. Late yesterday afternoon, minutes before the Children’s Garden at the Royal Botanical Gardens closed its gates, I ‘dropped’ my donation for The Toy Society. There was barely time for a photo, let alone a fond farewell or litany of “Mind how you go’s!”
I hadn’t expected to become that attached but sort of did, once I’d embroidered her face and suddenly she had a (mostly asleep) personality. I hadn’t factored in an overnight, outside-in-the-cold scenario and now I’m concerned she’s hanging around with the wrong crowd. Last time I checked, that gang from The Magic Pudding attracted trouble, like bees to honey.
I did try to get over myself. Feigned undistracted interest at elephants:
Enjoyed the anklebiter enthusiasm for a runaround:
Made the wry note to self that the stripey top would need some sort of satellite tracking device to make it home:
Bemusedly wondered how this kid gets around so fast while navigating the low-slung crotch thing:
Went back to the (unidentified) plant life (that this lady, with the take-your-breath-away aesthetic, could no doubt roll off the tongue in big latin words):
You can see, I tried.
Then I gave up. I barely had to utter the words to the Mr with his knowing look. I had to go back to see. Confirm that the inanimate object that is my Ruby Doll hadn’t wandered off and become lost, climbed a tree and become stuck, fallen into a pond without adult supervision. Because I knew where to look, I could see her from the entrance. Even the Magic Pudding himself hadn’t run off. And all that woolly stuffing would surely keep the hypothermia at bay...?
But if any kindly soul is around here today:
Would you mind popping by to check?
PS. Make your own Ruby Doll courtesy of Jhoanna’s pattern at One Red Robin.
PPS. Sign up for your own The Toy Society drop and make some stranger’s day (albeit with some possible separation anxiety) here.