That is until someone threw her in a box for god knows how long. I was lucky enough to find her in said box while on a recent trip to the rose bowl swap meet. I picked her up, dusted her off and paid for her. Now I've given her a chance to express her feelings, most of which i'm sure have been repressed for as long as she can remember. I don't repress my feelings. Never have, but still I can relate. Can you? See more here or here.
Monday, June 30, 2008
She Was a Fifties Housewife
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HA... I love her. Does she have a name? I'd call her Blanche. :)
Haha! She is so cool!
lol. i love this set... where did you find that doll?!
this is amazing!!!
No, she's definitely a Muriel and she looks as dazed as I feel. Great little series Jen. I hope she'll make regular appearances from now on.
Just like she was put into a time capsule! Things must look a little strange to her now...
This is fantastic!
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