I'm restless. I can't sleep. So I want to hear stories. It doesn't have to be an AG doll, it can be any doll. Your tattered one from when you were 2, the first one you saved up for by yourself, I just want to hear the stories. Show pictures if you have too!

Anyway...here is mine:

I was never a Barbie fan growing up. Perhaps because I never wanted to "grow up." And after all, Barbie was a woman, who had a job, or in my "pretend world" did. She dressed herself up for balls, drove cars, had a husband. I was the kid that cried when I realized that I wasn't going to be in first grade forever, and didn't want to get to 3rd or 4th. I didn't want to grow up.

So, I shunned Barbies (except for Kelly, who I felt was a little girl-just like me.)I focused my attention on actual "toys." Toys that filled my days with make believe, such as the Care Bears, Strawberry Shortcake, My Little Pony and the Cabbage Patch Kids.

For some reason, the Cabbage Patch Kids pulled me in. I knew they were ugly and odd looking. I felt that at three when I decided that the "eyebrows" were all funny and I proceeded to "make up" them with my mom's lipstick remover. But I loved them just the same.

In my array of Cabbage Patch Kids, I believe I am owner of the strangest/oddest looking one. I'm not sure if it is a real one, or a fake. But well, it was more expensive than a real Cabbage Kid, and the fake ones tend to be less in price.

I was 5, on a trip to Hawaii when I saw her. My parents, Grandma and Aunt took a two week trip to California and Hawaii that year. I don't remember much, but I remember her. We saw her in a store, sitting in a wicker chair. It was instant love, although we weren't reunited until 5 years later. I begged my parents for her. I never asked for anything, but I wanted her.

She was a Hawaii Cabbage Patch Kid, with a woodcarved and handpainted face. She had black yair hair and a yellow Hawaiian print floral dress. Her hair had tiny ribbons in it, and she came with a lei. Her eyes were painted with a Polynesian flair. She was the most beautiful doll of all.

My parents had every reason in the book not to get her. The first was carrying her home on the plane. The second was her price tag-I think about 50 dollars. Needless to say, I never got her.

Five years went by; and my parents went back to Hawaii leaving me and my brother in care with my grandma. My parents returned early one morning a week later, and woke me up with a huge amount of souvieners. I got the normal lei, the tee-shirt, some shell jewerly. But then there was a handcarved wooden doll bunk bed. On it was her. The doll that I saw in the store window five years earlier.

She has sat on my bed for many years, I felt so bad for letting her sleep on her own wood bed. I could never sleep with her because well..her face was wood. She went with me to college, to my new apartment, to camp. She has definately shown her age.

Now that her face is chipping and the paint is wearing away, it gives her an odder look. One that people pass over on first glance. But I love her just the same.

She never had a name. No name seemed to ever fit her. She was called Jessica for awhile and then Jessie, but that seemed too "ordinary" for such a beautiful doll. So right now, she is nameless, as she has been for most of her 15 years living with me.

Tomorrow, I'll try to post pictures of her.


I want to hear your story now!

-Jordyn