Monday, June 10, 2013

My Treasured Chest - Cabbage Patch

This post is part of the "My Treasured Chest" series where I post about findings from my cedar chest. You can read about how it all began at the My Treasured Chest - The Beginning post.

I have no idea how long ago he did it, but Logan made me this leaf art when he was younger.  Apparently he wanted me to really be sure who made it for me because he put his name on it twice.

Remember when Cabbage Patch Kids were all the rage?  I didn't own a lot of the original dolls because my mother actually made dolls that were her version of CPK.  Because my mom is cool like that, I liked hers better. 

I've kept one of the adoption certificates for a CPK that I was particularly fond of.  Her name was Goldie Katrine.  Funny story:  One day, when Shelby was younger, she rummaged through my treasure chest and came upon this adoption certificate.  With all seriousness, she came up to me and wanted to know if she had a baby sister that was adopted.  I wanted more than anything to make up some wild story (that's what she gets for creeping through my stuff) but I let her know it was just a certificate for a doll.  Then I got the crazy eye from her, like it was some wild story that I'd just made up.

I must've been pretty awesome when I was 13.  This birthday poster, created for me by a school friend, has signatures from all the cool kids.  As if I didn't remember that my birthday and Christmas are so close together, the friend colored a little Christmas tree at the bottom of my birthday poster.


Masshole Mommy said...

Ahhhh! I remember getting my first Cabbage Patch doll. I was in 3rd grade and it was pretty much the highlight of my life up until that point. LOL.

Aleksandra Nearing said...

How fun! Treasures indeed.

Tina Kohrman said...

Reading this brings back such fond memories of my childhood when I myself used to love Cabbage Patch dolls. Like you I had an aunt that made her version of the dolls but made mine to look like me. I loved that doll. Thank you for taking me on a trip down memory lane.