What a Doll

While visiting my mother in law, I couldn’t help but notice this doll in a toy rocker in the corner of the living room. At a glance, I knew which branch of the family would be responsible for the way the doll was placed. I see so much attitude here. Doesn’t she look like a little modern American princess? You know she’ll have a fit if her nails aren’t just right, and given half a chance she’ll talk you ear off about what a bad hair day she’s having. That’s exactly what you could expect from the branch of the family who lives closest.

So radically different from my branch of the family. If one of us were to pose the doll, she’d… well, um… frankly, she’d probably be naked. I don’t know why but every doll that’s ever been in my house has ended up as naked as the makers would allow. It’s not risque. Generally I find Barbies and such piled in a corner with other toys. They get treated as so much plastic. So why are they naked? Laziness? I don’t know.

If I were to pose her, I’d probably put her chin in her hand and face her so it looks like she’s listening to you, but would rather not. If The Boy got his hands on her, she’d probably be throttling another doll and have a painted on maniacal grin. Left to my mother in law, she would sit primly, facing forward, expressing nothing.

How would you pose her? Would you pose her? Would you be caught dead with a doll in the house? What if no one knew you played with dolls? *eyewiggle*

If you posted a question this week, link to it in the comments, and I’ll come visit.