One day, Yolanda’s little girl Yoli was here and I dragged out all my old 9-inch dolls––precursors to Barbie. Jill, Jan, Jeff and Cissette. (Although I couldn’t find Jeff. Evidently they had a separation.) Yoli dressed them all wrong and past midnight a few nights later, I found myself seated in front of my sewing table, where I’d set Yoli up with the dolls and my Jill and Jan closet and the box of clothes she’d neglected to put away. After choosing the “right’ clothes for each and dressing her, I hung all the other clothes neatly in the closet, replaced their detached doors, and posed them for best effect. By then it was about 1:30 a.m. and I closed down the play date with myself and went to bed. The next day, they had chosen to assume the same position I left them in. They’ve been there for a few weeks, but I have a party tonight and decided it was time for them to go back into seclusion in my art studio. Makes me kind of sad, though
