Three more dolls, another box.

My father and stepmother shipped me an early Christmas box. You have to understand that boxes from them are an assortment of thrift-store finds: jewelry (for my costume making) books, random things my father think will make me laugh (Jell-o girl gives a party cookbook/Popeye Sweater Pattern book/Informative magnets telling you what you can and … Continue reading Three more dolls, another box.