I promise — no more stuff that is hysterically funny between TS&WGH and I, yet somehow probably isn’t so funny to the rest of the world.
Luckily, my mom has swooped in to save my reputation.
She has unearthed what she calls the precursors to the cone dolls. Behold, the mice:
She says the photo was labeled 1975, which makes me almost 10 years old at the time. My sister and I were obsessed with these little mice. We made them out of felt and dressed them in scraps that came out of a magical pair of deep drawers in my parents’ closet. We made shoe box houses for the mice, and one of my friends (who idolized Cher) made one with long silky black hair. I suspect the pattern for the mice came from someplace like Sunset Magazine. I know we got a lot of use out of it! Looking at this picture, I’m pretty impressed. The mice of my memories were adorable, and this photo is even better than what was in my mind’s eye. I didn’t remember the shawls and flowers, and the brown, pink and white calico on the mouse on the right side looks very contemporary.