Wondering - Finding an old friend.

This last weekend at the flea market, my wife found an old friend.  They hadn't talked or seen each other since my wife was a young girl.

Well, actually, it was not a person but a doll.  It was a doll that she had long, long ago.  Oops! I shouldn't have said that.  No, it wasn't that long ago. . .

It was like meeting a new friend that had fallen on hard times.  She was a mess.  She was really dirty and her clothes were filthy.  So far my wife has washed the doll's clothes three times.  She says that she now has to order some special shampoo and some new clothes and some new shoes and some. . . well, you get the idea.  This bargain doll is not going to be such a bargain after all.

I guess I will show you the doll's picture.  This was after she was given a bath:

 

 Her nail polish is wearing off and will need redone:

But her toenails seem to OK.

My wife is now on the Internet shopping for doll clothes and accessories.  This IS going to be expensive.  She says that just the underwear will cost eighteen dollars and of course all well dress Miss Revlon dolls have to wear a lot more than that.  There are lots and lots of accessories, too.

My wife also brought home this little fellow.  The first thing was to give him a bath, too:

My wife is still looking at the accessory catalog on line and she is naming off all she needs to get.  Glory be, this is going to cost me an arm and a leg for sure.  Any of you want to donate? (grin)

At one time, my wife was into doll collecting big time.  She had over a thousand.  She about gave them away by selling a whole car load of them to another collector that was drooling from the mouth.  Hey, we all have to have our fun and my beautiful wife deserves dolls if she wants them.  Now, you all have a doll-ichious day, you hear?