I noticed her right away. She stood at the end of the table. Her clothes had seen better days, her curly hair was held back with old bows. The checkered dress she wore had been sewn by hand a long time ago. Nothing about her seemed to fit into our times.
I felt sorry for her, instinctively knew she would be homeless soon. Nobody else paid attention to her, perhaps it was her age or her look. People can be so judgemental these days.
Somehow I felt drawn to her. I liked her eyes and her smile and found her old-fashioned look rather charming. She seemed fragile, almost like she would fall into pieces at any given moment.
I was wondering if I would have any use for her. Perhaps she could help me in my workshop? I have a tendency to misplace certain things, maybe she could help me to be more organized.
I acted spontaneously, walked over and made an offer. My proposal was accepted, and minutes later we walked back to my car.
Yesterday, I showed her face, today I decided to show all of her beauty.
I paid 50c for this beauty, and now she stands on top of an old shelf in my workroom. Hidden in her pocket are my sewing needles, and a key I don’t want to lose.
Beautiful, moving, inspiring post.
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This post is so well written I felt I was there with you
I am glad you took her home
thank you
I suspect you were attracted to her because she reminded you of your own childhood. When I first saw her, I thought of the children’s storybook about the adventures of Heidi in the Swiss Alps.
You haven’t said whether or not she has a name.
Heidiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii OMG!!!!
It’s funny how almost everybody assumes we mountain people like Heidi or the Sound of Music. It’s rather the contrary. I always thought Heidi was a whiny girl and nobody in Europe knows the Sound of Music.
She doesn’t have a name yet. You are right, she needs a name.
LOL!! I didn’t like Heidi either 😆
… nor have I ever seen the Sound of Music in its entirety!
I wouldn’t watch if you would pay me -well perhaps the right amount would make me torture myself for four hours. 🙂
She’s been well cared for through the years! At one time these little dolls were in almost every home, I think! I like the idea that at least one has obtained renewed life and purpose. 🙂 Well done!
I never had one, but I am always late. 🙂
This is how I know I write horror. As I began reading, my thoughts were, “Oh cool, a bribed vulnerable old lady who will be used as a slave and put on display for psychotic visitors.” Despite the fact I do cross-stitch as a hobby, my mind was so far away from embroidery I feel ashamed. :-/
Priceless~! Thanks for the laugh! 🙂
She’s so sweet! Good for you for rescuing her.
I couldn’t resist, she needed a home.
Yesterday I wondered who she was
She is lovely! What a find. 🙂 I too have a sewing buddy – it’s an “Apple” Barbie – she’s wearing a dress with a big green apple on it and she’s just been to the market because her basket is filled with fruit. She reminds me to take breaks between stitching. 🙂
I believe her name is Tabitha!
Great name!
She reminds me of Holly Hobbie with whom I was entranced in the 70s …. 😊
You are right, perhaps that’s when she was made. 🙂
She looks happy to be home.
She really didn’t have a choice. 🙂
Still, the alternative must not have looked promising to her.
And how beautiful is she.. a fine lady to watch over your sewing and upholstery.. She will inspire I am sure 🙂
I thought so too.
It’s good to see you, Sue!
🙂 I have been busy with my own crafts of late Bridget.. But so loved seeing this in the reader this afternoon.. Have fun and enjoy your day and weekend.. xxx MUCH love xx