I have a little one who was born in a small division of Indiana called Rosedale Hills. She was born in a home where art, music, love and laughter fill the rooms. The scent of joy is roses. The feel of care is as smooth as cream as its poured into what will become sweet ice cream. It is a home of peace with an environment conducive to growth.
This is Rose Marie, a hand stitched, hand painted, African-American ornamental rag doll. She’s about 12 inches from head to toe and wears little white undies and little black shoes.
I know what you’re thinking. I’ve seen her before. She sold last week. Only part of this is accurate. Let me explain.
Rose Marie was born here at Sundrip in Rosedale Hills and was ready for her new home. Her bags were packed and her heart was set for the road ahead but there was a snag in her adoption so she sits very sad, on my lap, holding my hand.
Rose Marie: Why not me?
Faith, doll maker: It’s not you sweetie. It’s just that life got in the way and she wasn’t able to adopt you. Her circumstances changed. It’s not you.
Rose Marie: The other girls got adopted, she said.
Faith: I know. Those circumstances were different. The two mothers who adopted them had all their ducks in a row, they were ready and sure but the person who was to adopt you wasn’t able to get her ducks lined up. It was her ducks out of quack, not a flaw in you. You’re perfect. You’re perfect with those beautiful, soulful eyes. You’re beautiful with your soft hair and smooth brown skin. Little one, you are beautiful in your dress with gold trim and the handmade pendant around your adorned dress. There is no flaw in you, no flaw.
Rose Marie: Will someone else adopt me?
Faith: As sure as the sun rises, you will be adopted.
Rose Marie: Will they have problem ducks too that don’t like to line up right?
Faith: Next time we will be much more careful about people with rebel, lunatic ducks. We’ll make curtain the arrangement is more secure so that you don’t get your hopes up or have your heart broken.
Rose Marie laid her head on my chest, squeezed my hand and said, “I didn’t mean to make it sound like I don’t like living with you.”
Oh honey, I know. It’s just that you want a home of your own. You deserve it and it’ll happen. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but it’ll happen.
And so Marie wrapped her plush arms around my neck and squeezed tight. “I love you very much” she said. “I know baby doll. You have so much love to give, that’s what makes you special.”
Moral of the story. 1) Ducks can be thugs and rebels. 2) One must be patient for their heart’s desire to be filled.
Rose Marie is up for adoption. She likes long naps, a good book, hugs and holding hands. At this time she’s in hug therapy and being treated for Post Traumatic Duck Disorder. She’s progressing but would prefer a home with no ducks.
You may purchase Rose Marie the ornamental doll for the administrative fee of $29.00. This covers shipping to the United States. International shipping varies. I refund all international shipping over $1.00. Please contact me at SundripJournals@gmail.com to adopt little Rose Marie. Please don’t send money until we have confirmed that Rosie is still available. I accept PayPal and will soon place her in Etsy. They have their own administrative fees so there will be a slight increase when purchasing from Etsy. It is best and secure to use PayPal.
Thank you for your consideration.
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