So this Christmas we are hanging out in some random little town in the south west, called Lymington. As with all random towns, Lymington required some exploration – mostly in aid of satisfying my obsessive craving for small-town preserves. Instead of preserves, I found a gorgeous treasure that is now in the possession of my one-year-old daughter.
I’ll end the nail-biting suspense right about now. It’s a Little Red Riding Hood Rag Doll. She is just lovely. I am not really a dolly kind of gal… well, the plastic kind at least. But I do have a thing for Little Red, and this dolly could not be resisted.
In fact, every cool baby girl needs one.
She has brown woolly hair, big black eyes, a pretty checked dress and a matching red cape. Upon opening Madame Red my little girl cuddled her boisterously (as is her manner) and then abruptly discarded her in favour of some brightly coloured wrapping that rudely invaded her line of sight, distracting her from my precious purchase. Nonetheless, I know that Little Red is beloved… by mommy more than daughter I think.