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As a wee girl, in an age between nurturing Betsy Wetsy and dramatizing Barbie, the highlight of my month was when my mother got her McCall's magazine. When she was finished with it, I got the pages with paper doll Betsy McCall. Betsy was like me; brown hair and brown eyes. Her clothes were like mine, because many of them were based on the same McCall's patterns my mother used to sew my clothes.
Betsy's life was about school and holidays and friends and an occasional vacation with her family. She had a dachshund named Nosy; I had a dachshund named Dopey. My father was in the Army, so we moved a lot, but I could always count on Betsy McCall to show up wherever I wenta constant companion with whom I could play and develop my imagination.
The icons are of some of Betsy's outfits, because even though I mostly grew up and Betsy McCall stayed a kid, deep inside, I'm still the same brown-eyed girl grateful for a friend who sticks around and imagines with me.
Love, laughter, and happy endings,
Becky
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