i Dollie and me

Introducing ....i dollie.

i Dollie is 61 years old, as am I. When I was born, my grandmother,
"Little Gran",(not to be confused with "Big Gran"),
 purchased this doll from a blind Doll Maker. 

We bonded immediately. 

When I began to talk, I tried to call her "my Dollie" but the "M" remains silent.

Hence...she became "i Dollie". The name stuck.

Clearly, I have loved off her face a few times. I've been told that I was traumatized when

 i Dollie got a new face transplant, courtesy of my mom. 

But I got over it and quickly embraced her new look. That face is just about gone.

 You can see where I have clearly kissed off her mouth. 

(Mom didn't dare try another face replacement.) 

Her eyelashes are almost nonexistent (as are mine) and my lips are disappearing, too. 

She has endured 2 hair replacements.

 (I still have some of the spare 'hair yarn' in my sewing box...just in case.) 

She has endured two skin grafts with new striped fabric on her legs. 

I know she's got her original red and white leg skin still under there, somewhere.

 We both embrace our leg wrinkles, our fading facial features and our long-gone plump lips.

We've been through a lot together. And we've got a long way to go!