Check out the purse I found in the bottom of my old toy chest! It's like a July miracle...My mom bought me this purse at a thrift store in Ventura when I was probably 2-3 years old. It has survived 6 moves, and, even more amazingly, 27 years in the same house as my mom. My mom is the anti pack-rat. Anything left sitting on our kitchen counter for more than 30 minutes was swiped into the trash. She threw out her (and my dad's) high school year books. My gramma actually bought back one of my own toys for me from a garage sale (and my kids play with it now, so there!) once. Still, mom did save some of my toys in my toy chest for me, all those years. Most of them are doll related (hand sewn clothes and the like), and 3 years ago, when I was told it was MY turn to haul all my childhood crap around for a change I looked through everything before putting it in the moving truck- or so I thought. Two days ago Zion was searching through the chest (and not for the first time!) and he found The Purse.
Now if only I had somewhere to take it...but I guess I can still play dress up :)
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I remember that!
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