Saturday, March 13, 2010

No really. You shouldn’t have.

Many of you know that Amaya is thus far the only granddaughter in the family. Not only that, but for Gran she’s the first girl baby since my mother-in-law was born. Now, I’m not going to get into specific numbers here for fear of the danger that would bring to my life, but suffice it to say that she’s had to wait a really long time for someone else in the family to wear pink.
All those many long years of Y chromosome dominance meant that Gran has been holding on to lots of girly treasures just waiting for someone to whom she could pass them along. Take for instance the cool box purse in the photo below.
That was something Pop made, and since I have the only girl, I get to have it. Or—uh—I can hang on to it until Amaya’s ready to appreciate it. Yea that’s it. I also got that Little Women book that Gran used when she was in school. How cool is that? Totally worth those 9 months, 40 lbs, and permanent C-section incision scar.

But it isn’t just Gran that had things to pass along. Aunt Danielle gave Amaya an original Holly Hobbie doll. Which yes, I sometimes borrow it so that I can pretend I’m five again. Like you wouldn’t.
Of course being the only girl also meant that there was no one else to take the black sheep of the family : Hedda Get Bedda
Hedda was Jan’s dolly. I’m told that she was a very popular toy in the 1960’s, but I’m not sure if I trust the source being as it’s Jan who staunchly maintains her assertion that there is nothing scary about the little plastic hobgoblin. I think after seeing the evidence, you’ll side with me and agree that Hedda is hella-scary. Chucky could learn a thing or two from this broad.
Strangely enough, my daughter loves the little demon. Oh, yea Hedda looks innocent enough in that first picture, but don’t be fooled. The phrase “wolf in sheep’s clothing” seems fitting. That’s Hedda being all Bedda, but she isn’t always such a vision of health. Sometimes, she’s so sick that all she does is sleep:
Which aside from that crazy eye shadow isn’t too bad. But please take special care to not get her wet or feed her after midnight. If you do, Bedda Hedda will become a thing of the past and you’ll be stuck with Horrid Hedda:
But even Horrid Hedda I could take—in small doses. It’s when little Hedda starts getting all schizophrenic—that’s when she becomes truly horrifying.
Now, that’s just demented. I mean can you imagine waking up in the middle of the night and seeing that? One way ticket to an asylum, that’s what Hedda is. I’ll be sending the bill to Jan.

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