Curiouser and curiouser. . .

"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!" -Alice

Raggedy Heaven

Where oh where do all those little naked raggedies end up?

Poor things, little embroidered hearts

exposed for all the world to see.

I like to picture them in a better place

(rather than in the bottom of some long-forgotten toy box,

squished under so much Barbie paraphernalia);

a place where frayed yarn hair is the height of fashion,

and contoured waistlines are considered icky;

a place where every Annie has an Andy

(or another Annie, whatever);

a place where striped stockings hang

on clotheslines in the sun,

and aprons are entirely optional.

My fave this week is my little he/she fishy.

Chock full of evolutionary goodness.

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