This is Poor Margaret.
She’s one of my dolls from when I was a little girl. I knew she was in a box with Tressy and thought I should rescue her and give her a make-over. What a tatty pink frock, and she does look a little grubby!
She has lovely features – bright blue eyes and a little cupid’s bow mouth!
Look at the little dimpled hands and toes!
She seems to be made from a mould as her arms and legs don’t move. I had forgotten how nice she was. When I was little I had another doll the same size as Poor Margaret. Her name was Pauline and she had the most beautiful blond hair and was so pretty. She got dressed in all the pretty clothes and placed at the top of the doll’s pram because her arms and legs could bend and she could sit very nicely. Poor Margaret got what was left – usually the old knitted stuff – and put down the bottom of the pram because she could only lie down.
When we were little my brother and I had bunk beds – me in the top bunk (because I was older) and him in the bottom bunk. (Bear with me, this story is going somewhere!). He was jealous of me having the top bunk, and one night as I was just about to go to sleep, with Pauline dangling from my hand, he pulled Pauline’s other arm and it broke off!!! Even although she only had one arm, she was still my favourite and I kept her for ages afterwards – just made sure she had long sleeves on!
But now she’s long gone! But ....... Poor Margaret is still here!
|ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!|