“Life In The Walsh Household” can be very interesting and challenging at times!
Now, you might be wondering why that is?
Well, if you think living with a bunch of women is difficult try living with over 1,796 dolls. Suffice it to say, it can be downright hazardous at times. Especially given that they all live in “The Dollie Storage Room” which is above our garage.
Plus, add to the mix that we have all kinds of dolls: little boys, little girls, men, women, snow-ladies, snowmen, Victorians, primitives, colonial dolls, country dolls, scarecrows, witches, bunnies, babies, angels, Santa’s, Mrs. Claus, bears, dogs, cats, bee’s, ewe’s, woodland dolls, moose, reindeer, pumpkins, ornies, ornaments, horses, clowns, raggedy Anne’s, raggedy Andy’s, Dracula’s, leprechaun’s gingerbread men, gingerbread women, turkey’s, carolers, Jack Frost, brides, graduation dolls, Uncle Sam’s, flower dolls, Frankenstein’s, ghosts, and pilgrims.
We even have a a chef and a bunch of “Olde Gray-Haired Biddies.” Life in the Walsh Household and “The Dollie Storage Room” can get very interesting and challenging, indeed!
Now I know what you're thinking right now. How can living with a bunch of inanimate objects be interesting and challenging?
Well, because every one of the dolls has an ego bigger than a house and every one of the dolls thinks they are “human” and that they should be afforded the same rights as any other member of the Walsh household. At least that’s what they told me in their “The Dollie Demand’s” letter. I have yet to respond.
In fact, the "dollies" don't even consider inanimate to be a word - certainly not in their vocabulary.
If you'd like to see what I mean I have written many, many stories about life in "The Dollie Storage Room" over the past few years on my Linda's Blog and Dollie Storage Room Blog that should give you an idea of what it's like to live with the "dollies."
Here's all the "dollie stories" (or should I say dollie demands) so far:
Since we're getting to the holiday season the "dollies" are dropping their Santa's lists by the dozens. I've been finding them everywhere in the house, which is good and bad. Good because it now tells me that the "dollies" are roaming all over the house - unbeknownst to hubby and I. Bad because this could end up being a crisis of epic proportions as you never know what they may be getting into.
So, I've been making a list of where I'm finding the lists and from whom. Whether or not this affects their presents this year is yet to be decided. It all depends on what kind of a mood I'm in when I'm shopping for the "dollies." Good? Bad? Could care less? Just love em? Hmmm......
The saga of "Life in The Dollie Storage Room" continues.......