Beth is sorting stuff, again. She dug up all these dolls and displayed them. That is what she does. She plays with stuff, while she tries to figure out what to get rid of.
She found dolls that belonged to her mom and her grandmother, her sister and even her sister in law. Some of the dolls belong to Beth's grown daughter and a few were Beth's when she was a child. I'm hiding somewhere in this crowd of dolls.
Beth balanced 69 dolls on the old pump organ. Later, she found some dolls that belonged to her son, but there wasn't really room for more.
In this picture I'm tucked in a pocket. "I feel lost with all the big dolls!" I told Beth.
Smaller Than Me
Beth assured me I wasn't the smallest. She posed me with the tiny dolls. But... I'm not a doll. I have fur. I always feel out of place.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.