When I was a little girl in the 1970's, my favorite dolls were The Sunshine Family. Oh, the hours I spent looking at them, playing with them, and imagining they were my own family! (Yes, I was warped. Also? Lots of stress at home. Very ill brother, unemployed father, parents who should've been divorced twenty years earlier. But that's all for another post.)
When I was about 9, my dad and my best friend's dad got together and decided they would both build us huge, beautiful doll houses for Christmas that year for our Sunshine Families. My parents worked on mine for months. My mother made a miniature quilt for the bed that my dad built, she stitched a rug, made curtains -- you name it. The house was two-story and just darling! Renae's dad made her dollhouse several stories tall, using an old upright dresser as its base. Her mother made us both little Christmas trees with ornaments, and tiny, wrapped presents to put under them. It was amazing! Truly, that dollhouse was the best Christmas present ever. I appreciate my parents' hard work even more now that I'm a parent.
On a different note, I'm sorry I haven't written more lately. I am feeling so... rotten. Blah. Not mood-wise; strictly health-wise. I had blood work done recently (not sure how extensive it was, really--just checking my iron & WBC levels, mostly, which have been an issue in the past), and supposedly everything came back okay. But you know what? I don't feel okay. I feel 100 years old. Some days, it's all I can do to get out of bed, or stay awake in the evening. Most nights this week, I've been asleep in the recliner by 7:30 or 8:00 p.m. On Sunday, I took a shower and shaved my legs. (Really not trying to give you too much information here; I'm going somewhere with this.) My point being--I looked at my legs. That night when I went to put on pajamas, I had a *humongous* bruise on my left thigh, as if I'd really clobbered myself on something. Like 2" in diameter, easily. What the heck! It was actually startling to see it there, you know?! I would've remembered injuring myself to that extent--guaranteed. My husband says one of these days I'm going to be on one of those Medical Mystery shows. I think he's right. Anyway, I just don't have the energy to blog much. I'm sorry. I hate checking peoples' blogs and seeing the same old post day after day after day. I don't mean to be one of "those people."
On that bi-polar note (Sunshine Family one moment; death's doorstep the next!), I will wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble, gobble!