About a year ago, my aunt gave this doll to M. The doll was once my Grammy's--it was given to her by a good friend. Her friend crocheted the doll's pink dress and hat. I have a hand-full of special treasures from my Grammy that have meaning to me, but this doll isn't one them. :)
And M is not a doll girl--she is a teddy bear girl. As a lover of a clutter-free-ish home, I wasn't quite sure what to do with this doll.
Then, one night, soon after the doll arrived here, Becca and Eric happened to be at our house. I handed the doll to J and he covertly slipped it into Becca's bag.
And the Pink Doll Saga began.
The Pink Doll next appeared under Emily and Keith's bed pillows while they were on vacation (placed there by Eric). Unfortunately, poor Emily hadn't yet met the Pink Doll and spent a sleepless night wondering who had been in her house who owned such a doll. (Sorry, Emily! :)
A few weeks later I did a double-take when I saw a hand in my freezer.
The Pink Doll has made several brief visits back and forth between us.
Just yesterday, I found a suspiciously misplaced bathroom towel.
The question is, my friends, where will she be next? ;)