In 2001ish, Ethan and I were at the tourist trap that is
Universal City Walk*, and we came across a 2-foot tall Godzilla doll at the Wound & Wound Toy Co. It was less than $8! We HAD to own it.
Godzilla hung out around our apartment for a while. I'm sure he's featured in many photos. We started having disagreements because I call it the Godzilla doll. This really upsets Ethan, because it is clearly a toy and not a doll. While I admit to doing many things to intentionally annoy Ethan, this is just a slip. It's a doll to me, okay? I come from a family of four princesses (mom and three daughters). This is a doll. End of story.
In fall 2002, I was on the phone with Max, and I came up with the most brilliant idea ever. I would take Godzilla home to Rhode Island for Thanksgiving and make him a dress! Then he really would be a doll!
Madeleine and I designed and sewed Godzilla's new clothing, and then we had endless hours of fun posing him over Thanksgiving weekend:
I had to take him on a return trip, for Christmas. My family is actually disappointed if I don't show up with Godzilla now:
Ethan used to undress Godzilla every chance he got, but then I would just re-dress him. Ethan has finally submitted. And he doesn't buy toys any more.
* Please note that we frickin' hate City Walk and everything it stands for, and only go there when dragged by friends. I'd much rather slum at the head shops on Hollywood Blvd. any day.