My Beautiful New Girls

So guess what ParisGal Rhonda and all those who follow?  My new girls came!  I was so, so nervous.  After I knew my "haunted" girls were coming, I thought to myself, "OMG!  What have I done?"  I had this huge butterfly in my tummy about their arrival and my bFff kept saying, "What were you thinking?"  So then I had a chat with my Mom, the doll lady, and she thought it was aOK.  I decided that when the girls arrived, I would have a nice chat with them first.

Every time I thought I heard the mailman, my heart lept.  Where on earth was he?  Ends up, he came and I didn't even know it, and when I went down to the road to move my car into my driveway, I saw a box by my mailbox.  I gasped and said, "Why did he leave my package here and not up on the porch?"  As I walked up the driveway, I made the sign of the cross over the box several times to "bless" them.

I ran to my porch and eagerly opened my package.  As I opened the box, I had my little "chat" and told them they were welcome in my home, but that it was a home of God and that they were not aloud to scare anyone.  I didn't want to hear voices in the middle of the night because that would freak me out and they were especially not aloud to scare my "real" girls.  If my neighbors were watching, they would have thought I was crazy. 

As I unwrapped each doll, I realized just how much more beautiful they were in person.  When I had them all out, I called my "real girls" out to the front porch.  Now this is where it gets kind of odd.  Usually, my "real girls" don't get into my dolls too much, but they were so magnatized to these three.  We ended up with one doll each, sitting on the swing, enjoying our new friends.  Next thing I know, my youngest says, "This ones name is Honey Bell".  Here is a doll, with no eyes, and she is loving it and calling it Honey Bell.  Not a name I would think she would say, with the "Bell" on the end.  Next, my oldest says, "And this one's name is Amber".  I agreed and then asked about the final doll.  My oldest wanted to name it after herself, and then a friend.  I said, "No, let's give her a name of her own. What do you think she wants to be called?"  They both silently studied the doll and then my oldest said, "Dorthy".  Not a common name either.  But it fit and we all enjoyed the dolls a bit longer before bringing them inside.

Our first night, I was a little creeped out.  I reminded the "girls" not to disturb us during the night and we covered them in a blanket that was mine as a child and things seemed fine.  I said a little prayer and told them to be at peace and "go to the light" if they hadn't already.

It's been a great time thus far, and hopefully will continue to be.  Since they've arrived, the girls have given them clothes and toys and they just have this sweet aura about them (knock on wood). They feel good when you hold them. I do seem to bless them often and tell them to be at peace and go to the light.  Hopefully if there was a little spirit attached to these dolls, it has found peace.  I still need to find a good spot for them in my studio, and do often look to see if they are still as I left them (feet crossed, same tilt).  I know, it's just a crazy story, isn't it?

Peace be with you....