Can you hear the pout? I have written many clever posts in my head over the last few months and to be perfectly honest, dear readers, I am a little hurt you didn’t leave me funny little comments. But who can stay mad at you?
Here is a little vintage goodness I present to you as a gift of reconciliation.
Isn’t that a winning cover? The font alone makes me happy but then you layer in the ticking and the little shinny apple and I am pleased as punch.
There is nothing wrong with the back of this book. It is perfection and I am thinking on an occasion to use this for an invitation.
Sage advice.
A happy thing indeed.
I got nothing but I plan to scan them all so I didn’t want to skip C. I will say 3 is my favorite number. Fate that I found this book at a rummage sale? You decide…
Doll a little creepy but the text more than makes up for it. “No one has ever seen a doll grow up.” The author has a good sense of a child’s brain.
I will add E-Z another time. I actually have some time on my hands, shoving away from the computer to better spend it.
I have missed you.
Paper Dolls for Boys 