This poor little doll has been through the wars. And it shows!
She was my favourite all-purpose doll. Her original dress is long-gone and I don't even remember what it looked like.
One of the best things about her was that her limbs weren't connected via joints. Yes, her limbs had limited/no movement, but they also couldn't break or get detached.
She had golden curls once, but this quickly deteriorated into hardened, sandy frizz.
I think I used to draw on her face - scribbles usually (don't ask me why), and with pens which washed off. Then one night, I grabbed a permanent marker (not realising it was permanent) and graffiti-ed her forehead in a few bold strokes. Poor dolly. That didn't come off for years after. Although you wouldn't know it now to look at her.
On another occasion as a kid, after having to get some obligatory injection in the rear cheek, I went home and gave the doll her injection in her rear cheek too. The doll still has that little scar...
She's survived pretty well, when I think about it.
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