Halloween Himmies

  The boys and I are carving our big pumpkin with a toothy grin. They have both been very naughty lately and don't allow me a moment's peace or rest. Arthur chewed through two harnesses today. His first and special toy, Houdini, might've been his name if he did not already know his name was Arthur. They both came to me at five months old, named and knowing it. Now I have to take him back to Petco again tomorrow to get another harness. That's going to cut into Sunday's doll show funds. I want an itty bitty Punch from the lady I got Franz from last time. I change the names of most of my Himmies and seem to be partial to brownies. I am absolutely partial to gypsies, Indians, and Hexicans, no doubt. Ginger is my big Hawaiian. She has Sam. When I was in Hawaii as a kid, it was mostly Japanese. Anyway, Esmerelda, the Hexican, has my knit scarecrow from Joanna Furnace's Apple Fest that Frankie keeps taking. He takes knits and destroys them. He's not allowed in the doll room unless I'm squeezing him. He is a teddybear. Ron got me Deva's, the Indian, dress in Boo Hexico. It not only looks like it was made for her, but matches her original clothing. I'm already shopping for Victor Nicholas, the Nepalese boy on the way. I like seventies Healthtex. They wear 2-4Ts. Some, like Ginger, are great big: 3-4 feet tall. My Atlantean, Thabi, is my biggest. I don't change her clothes, or haven't. She's just too big. It would be a chore. I get so much enjoyment from these beautiful dolls. TTYL... 🎃