Meet Peter.
He's smiling in this one, having just been rescued and washed after an adventure in a mouse's nest. I know he has a gammy eye but give him a break, he's knocking on 50. His moobs are looking pretty good aren't they? I had to throw his clothes away as they had been half eaten by said mice. My nan had knitted him a rather dashing all in one with a zip up the front in about 1962 and I was more upset than I should have been at having to throw it away. This is really for Gem at The Cherry Tree who keeps coming across weird and wonderful dolls whilst on her travels. I only had to go into my own garage to find this one...
Another picture of him.
He looks a bit more sinister here and even more boss eyed. I'm debating whether he's safe to keep indoors actually.
Anyway, poor Peter was my first doll and was living quite happily, alongside my Sindy furniture, a collection of gonks (you have to be of a certain age...) and a couple teddy bears, in a box in the garage. Last Sunday, Manny the dog, spent a lovely hour barking at this box until we pulled it out and very gingerly emptied it. In the bottom, after pulling out half eaten teddies, we found a nest of mouse babies. I'm not going to go into what we did with them, but let's just say they are no longer with us.
I was straight on the phone to my sister to tell her that I had joined the ranks of Professional Hoarders because my hoard had acquired vermin. I could be off the telly.
My first reaction was to lob the lot and indeed we did. But I had to get my Sindy out of the bin and give her a wash and brush up.
Sindy taking a bath in the kitchen sink and giving me a dirty look for throwing her in the bin. Her hair isn't green (it's jolly matted though) that's washing up liquid. Looking good for 42, Girlfriend! I gave her a good soaking and a scrub with Cif and she's come up like new. Except the hair. Sadly her clothes are gone. The leather look skirt and red sleeveless polo neck are in the bin. The only thing she has is her drawers and a pair of cords. Poor mare.
I saved the Sindy wardrobe and chest of drawers, they are still in the garden awaiting a scrub.
So let this be a tale of caution to you all. If you value something, don't leave it in a box in your garage or the rodents will find it and make a home in it. Mind you, if your garage looks anything like this...
then you deserve everything you get. The dresser is from my mum's and I have the Annie Sloan just waiting for my arm to get a bit better. Behind it are the crates of 'vintage' stuff that my sister and I are saving for when we do a fair or something. Ha ha.
On a lighter and non vermin related note, last week in the charity shop I found this.
I know, I know, I said I wasn't going to buy nuffink else. But I LOVE IT, so it's staying. There is more. (I'm blushing a bit now) but I haven't taken pictures yet.
Also have some crocheting on the go and in an effort to de-clutter have put some wool up for sale on Ebay today. I will take photos of the crocheting wip later in the week.
Anyway chaps, Happy Tuesday and laters.
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He's smiling in this one, having just been rescued and washed after an adventure in a mouse's nest. I know he has a gammy eye but give him a break, he's knocking on 50. His moobs are looking pretty good aren't they? I had to throw his clothes away as they had been half eaten by said mice. My nan had knitted him a rather dashing all in one with a zip up the front in about 1962 and I was more upset than I should have been at having to throw it away. This is really for Gem at The Cherry Tree who keeps coming across weird and wonderful dolls whilst on her travels. I only had to go into my own garage to find this one...
Another picture of him.
Anyway, poor Peter was my first doll and was living quite happily, alongside my Sindy furniture, a collection of gonks (you have to be of a certain age...) and a couple teddy bears, in a box in the garage. Last Sunday, Manny the dog, spent a lovely hour barking at this box until we pulled it out and very gingerly emptied it. In the bottom, after pulling out half eaten teddies, we found a nest of mouse babies. I'm not going to go into what we did with them, but let's just say they are no longer with us.
I was straight on the phone to my sister to tell her that I had joined the ranks of Professional Hoarders because my hoard had acquired vermin. I could be off the telly.
My first reaction was to lob the lot and indeed we did. But I had to get my Sindy out of the bin and give her a wash and brush up.
I saved the Sindy wardrobe and chest of drawers, they are still in the garden awaiting a scrub.
So let this be a tale of caution to you all. If you value something, don't leave it in a box in your garage or the rodents will find it and make a home in it. Mind you, if your garage looks anything like this...
On a lighter and non vermin related note, last week in the charity shop I found this.
Also have some crocheting on the go and in an effort to de-clutter have put some wool up for sale on Ebay today. I will take photos of the crocheting wip later in the week.
Anyway chaps, Happy Tuesday and laters.
xx
Glad my blog gives you the inspiration you need to find gammy dolls too.
ReplyDeleteHa ha I LOVE the doll. Poor Peter!!!
I found a right sort in the horse trust charity shop yesterday afternoon but I will save it for another couple of days.
It's another doll (a boy one this time and a possible pal for Peter) who seems to have gammy cataracts.....WHY are you and I finding these plastic freaks? What is wrong with us?!
Mind you, I actually love Peter. I think he is very sweet. He looks like the Prince when he was a baby. Minus the dicky eye and moobs (very Simon Cowell on both counts).
Loving the snowflake dish too, I would def have bought that. Well done lass!!!
Go on, tell us what you did with the baby mice. Tell me you released them into a sweet meadow of fresh grass and wild flowers, with a little babbling brook and they were reunited with the rest of the mice family in a new cosier little nest.
Or something.
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Poor dolls - glad you rescued them. I remember gonks. I had one with bright orange hair - kept him for ages!
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Hang on a minute, Missy. That's not Peter. That's Gina. I have one exactly the same except it's a GIRL. Yes, I remember gonks. I swapped my Sindy doll (which I found in the sand pit at our local park) for a bloody gonk. Why oh why?
ReplyDeleteHang on a minute, Missy. That's not Peter. That's Gina. I have one exactly the same except it's a GIRL. Yes, I remember gonks. I swapped my Sindy doll (which I found in the sand pit at our local park) for a bloody gonk. Why oh why?
ReplyDeleteHang on a minute, Missy. That's not Peter. That's Gina. I have one exactly the same except it's a GIRL. Yes, I remember gonks. I swapped my Sindy doll (which I found in the sand pit at our local park) for a bloody gonk. Why oh why?
ReplyDeleteI am laughing out loud at this post, my daughter wants to know what's so darn funny. The look on Peter's face in that second picture is priceless! I have his girlfriend Suzie over here in the U.S. About the same age,(with proper boobs) only mine has pretty eyelashes. She is totally naked, clothes long gone, and she lives in my attic. My girls think she is scary, because her eyes close when you lay her down(the left one slower than the right) I have lots of pictures with her as a child.
ReplyDeleteMy garage looks a lot like yours. I once opened a box of old china and found a nest of garter snakes!!!!! Love your blue dish. Thanks for the giggle xxxx
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Hang on a minute, Missy. That's not Peter. That's Gina. I have one exactly the same except it's a GIRL. Yes, I remember gonks. I swapped my Sindy doll (which I found in the sand pit at our local park) for a bloody gonk. Why oh why?
ReplyDeleteOMG, so sorry. Stupid computer. I didn't mean to post 4 times. Ooops.
ReplyDeleteAnd there was me thinking I was Miss Poplier because I had nine comments!
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PS I left my Tiny Tears on the wall outside the library and when I went back she was gone. Another case of Why oh why? My mum nearly flattened me when I told her.
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No definitely Peter, I have one too! He was called Dilly (all my dolls were called Dilly) He has the most scary look you ever did see!! I too had a Gonk, still had it when I had children, trouble was it scared my boys something cronic! Must have been his red hair and black gingham trousers! We must have had the same Sindy doll, mine had a red leatherette skirt too. I gave her away - why did I do that..........?
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Got you award me hearty. Pop on over to my gaff. If you don't do it, I am coolio. Loves yer blog, that is all xx
ReplyDeleteTo use the photo - Do a "Right click" on the award pic sweetness. Then you have an option to save it. Save it into your pics folder, where you da keep yer other pics an' that. And Bob's yer uncle.....or is he? Mine is Uncle Andrew and Uncle Steven (not with a "ph", mind)
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