Why You’ll Pay More for Your Granddaughter’s Doll This Christmas

Not to mention apple juice, Bibles, and toy trucks

This doll, created by me in Gemini, wears a sweater much like those my mother knitted for me and my doll.

When I was five years old, I went everywhere with Widdle Wite Dowwy.

Widdle Wite Dowwy went to the grocery store with me and helped me decide whether tomorrow’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich would be with stwawbewwy or chehwy. She went to the beach with me and sat with Mommy on a beach towel, ready to add her tiny shriek to a shout if there were sharks, and little girls should instantly get out of the water. (There really were sharks at Cape Canaveral, Florida in 1948).

My dowwy fit nicely in one of Mommy’s coffee mugs while I had oatmeal with milk and butter and brown sugar in the morning. She was just as comfortable in my backpack on my first day of first grade.

Mommy bought my dowwy for me for Christmas, and she knitted a tiny white sweater for her and a bigger white sweater for me.

I was happy when Widdle Wite Dowwy was with me.

This doll, from Simply Dolling on Etsy, looks much like the doll I painted.

Vivian had drawn a picture and was showing it to me. There was what looked like a monkey — huge fuchsia lips, hair like gray…