It’s time to lighten the mood, eh? The baby doll that my charismatic father sent me was called Bebe by me because I couldn’t pronounce Baby. Don’t laugh but I had some trouble with language as a child. It took me a while to speak – I would point at things that I wanted and just say, ‘mmmm’ very adamantly. My Nana and mum were very worried about this and tried everything to get me to speak properly. I was also unable to say my own name and I was Keggy for a while. Then…apparently I came out with a sentence and never stopped.
Bebe was the bane of my mum’s life. It was incredibly lifelike and quite heavy. I would insist that I would be able to carry Bebe for the whole trip and then start sobbing about how heavy she was. My mum would exasperatedly take Bebe and on one funny occasion shoved her under arm like a sack of potatoes. A lady on the bus started tutting and telling my mum that was no way to hold a baby – I got the death stare…
Despite the angst of the arrival of the doll both my Nana and Mum adored her. They knitted and crocheted delicate layettes of clothes for her – perhaps it was a way of recreating how my birth and arrival could have been? I cared for Bebe too but was obsessed with stripping all my dolls naked and shoving them in the closet. This incensed my loving care-givers for some reason – it’s just a doll!!!
I had another slightly more worrying habit that meant that I was only allowed plastic scissors until I was at high school. SCISSORS – I love them! My first felony was to steal the dressmaking shears and create a doll’s outfit out of my mother’s last glamorous negligee from the States. The criminal activity continued and I particularly loved cutting my doll’s hair. They tried to address this by getting me a Tressie doll (it had extending hair) and a Clairol doll sent from New York. None of it worked.
One day I was sitting on the stairs with Bebe and a pair of scissors in my hand. I just couldn’t control the urge – Kerry Scissor Hands. I snipped her beautiful blonde hair into a punk mess and it felt so cathartic until it didn’t… ‘What had I done’, I thought ‘and what do I do with the evidence?’ In my panic I thought the sensible action was to run up the stairs, open the bedroom window and throw the hair out. My Nana, unfortunately, was hanging out the sheets when she was showered with Bebe hair…
Well, I will leave it to your imagination what happened next. Let’s just say that I was treated like one of the torturers at Abu Graib – castigated from society, all scissors taken out of my reach and was convinced I would go to toy hell. Heck, this has given me such a laugh. RIP Bebe.
Ahahaha! I love this story! And it reminds me so much of my sister’s predilection for cutting dolls’ hair. She even cut her own hair, big chunks here and there now and then. (She still does it, as far as I know. She’s all into crazy haircuts and things!)
But the Bebe hair shower! 😀 😀
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I was choking with laughter remembering this tale. Eventually my mum would let me cut her hair – I am not bad at it.
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We always get found out in the end….!
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Particularly the daft ones, eh?
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Yep. Like me!
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I did similar with my own hair. Then wailed with horror. Then was castigated by mother. 🙂
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Now that’s really silly – I cut everyone’s else’s hair bar my own!
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I can’t say I was ever scissor-happy, but I had a brother who was … and I was the hapless victim. Fortunately my hair grew back … my doll’s didn’t
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Oh dear…I have to be honest and say that I am still the same and two trusting friends let me dye their hair in adulthood. Let’s just say that I think I am Vidal Sassoon and they have forgiven me. 🙂
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hahahaha!! maybe it’s a hint about what your next career should be 😉
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Since I still have regular disasters with my own hair – I really doubt it. 🙂 Don’t know how often I have had to dye it twice in one day and then my scalp hurts… I seem incapable of learning from experience!
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At least you only cut their hair! I shunned dolls altogether, thinking myself to be a tomboy….Cute photo of you as a bebe
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I always wanted an Action Man so that he and Barbie could do whatever adults do in the bed together…I matured late. 🙂
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Hilarious! You were so naughty, Kerry! 😲
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I was…still am on occasions. 🙂
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Hi Keggy! 😛
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That’s not the worst thing I have been called! 🙂 Hi to you too!
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Lol I’m just loving going through your blog 🙂
And I used to do pretty much the same by things with my dolls.
Chopped off all the barbie’s hair and broke a couple of their necks 😉
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Haha, hilarious. Your poor Mum and Grandma, plus other pressganged minders.
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Well…it wasn’t helped that it was a gift from Beelzebub, sorry Dad. 🙂
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