The Story of Miki
This is Miki.
Captain of the DSV SeaWitch (please ignore the Orion J22 on the conning tower - that has nothing to do with my imagination), she will be 41 years old this June. My mother gave her to me the day after the last day of school the year I was 11; supposedly for getting a really good report card.
This is what she looked like then (not that I remember her hair being that red).
(Uneeda Doll Company - UDC Co Inc MCMLXX)
She doesn't exactly look like that now. [What Miki looks like now and why]
Then vs Now
Here's the reason.
To my mind, Miki was the perfect size for a doll. She was a child doll - which I could relate to; she is only about 5 inches tall - easily concealed in a pocket and it didn't take much to clothe her; and there were soooo many things that could be repurposed for her use. In addition, I found The Doll Book in the Spratley Jr. High School library the next school year - which had patterns for clothing AND dolls just her size.
However, I have brothers. Four of them, two of whom are ... not that much younger nor I. One day, my brothers (I suspect Kevin, but Frank might have been involved as well - Kevin is the sneakier and sly-er of the two, though but I regress ...) One day, my brothers got hold of Miki and ... decapitated her, burying the body in the back yard ... I'm not sure why. By the time I came down on them like a ton of bricks, they claimed that they couldn't remember where they'd buried her. So.....
I took a cheap (not loved) doll of a similar size and performed a body transplant on my beloved Miki. (As I recall, the donor doll looked very much like the current toddler Barbie dolls - very bright, beautiful and smiling). All was well. Until....
My older sister (Karen) rolled a bed over Miki (and her new body), shattering the hard plastic body to pieces. To be fair, I had left Miki on the floor. To be completely fair, at the time, I was sleeping on a mattress on that same floor.
There were no more donor dolls available. I wasn't about to lose my beloved Miki. I had read Hitty, her first hundred years by this time and was inspired to do what I could to preserve her. I took recourse to my sewing kit and ... made her a new torso, fitting the arms and legs into the body and rolling a sturdy neck for the head. In the process, she became very hippy. And her old clothes no longer fit.
This red mini-dress (modeled by Dagger Wren - who has her own short history) is what Miki came wearing. I found it at the bottom of a sewing box - I guess I just hadn't wanted to throw it out.
That's enough for today, there's more to Miki's story but I have dragon hatchlings and eggs to care for so here they are.
Captain of the DSV SeaWitch (please ignore the Orion J22 on the conning tower - that has nothing to do with my imagination), she will be 41 years old this June. My mother gave her to me the day after the last day of school the year I was 11; supposedly for getting a really good report card.
This is what she looked like then (not that I remember her hair being that red).
(Uneeda Doll Company - UDC Co Inc MCMLXX)
She doesn't exactly look like that now. [What Miki looks like now and why]
Then vs Now
Here's the reason.
To my mind, Miki was the perfect size for a doll. She was a child doll - which I could relate to; she is only about 5 inches tall - easily concealed in a pocket and it didn't take much to clothe her; and there were soooo many things that could be repurposed for her use. In addition, I found The Doll Book in the Spratley Jr. High School library the next school year - which had patterns for clothing AND dolls just her size.
However, I have brothers. Four of them, two of whom are ... not that much younger nor I. One day, my brothers (I suspect Kevin, but Frank might have been involved as well - Kevin is the sneakier and sly-er of the two, though but I regress ...) One day, my brothers got hold of Miki and ... decapitated her, burying the body in the back yard ... I'm not sure why. By the time I came down on them like a ton of bricks, they claimed that they couldn't remember where they'd buried her. So.....
I took a cheap (not loved) doll of a similar size and performed a body transplant on my beloved Miki. (As I recall, the donor doll looked very much like the current toddler Barbie dolls - very bright, beautiful and smiling). All was well. Until....
My older sister (Karen) rolled a bed over Miki (and her new body), shattering the hard plastic body to pieces. To be fair, I had left Miki on the floor. To be completely fair, at the time, I was sleeping on a mattress on that same floor.
There were no more donor dolls available. I wasn't about to lose my beloved Miki. I had read Hitty, her first hundred years by this time and was inspired to do what I could to preserve her. I took recourse to my sewing kit and ... made her a new torso, fitting the arms and legs into the body and rolling a sturdy neck for the head. In the process, she became very hippy. And her old clothes no longer fit.
This red mini-dress (modeled by Dagger Wren - who has her own short history) is what Miki came wearing. I found it at the bottom of a sewing box - I guess I just hadn't wanted to throw it out.
That's enough for today, there's more to Miki's story but I have dragon hatchlings and eggs to care for so here they are.