Ode To Joy
My favourite dolly when I was little, was a ragdoll named Joy.
Joy had red hair in two plaits with a heavy fringe, and she had various outfits composed from very loud 70s fabric. Looking back, she must have been quite a stylish little thing, unless, embarrassingly, she was a bit out of date and was still wearing 70s gear into the early 80s. What a horror!
Anyway, I didn’t mind about any of that. I wish I still had Joy, as I would like to
have a bit of a play show her to my daughters. In an effort to replicate the love I felt for my dolly, I bought both my girls their very own ragdolls when it was their first birthdays. Big Sis has Doris, who has been dutifully played with, but is mostly relegated to the soft toy bag under the bed. Little Sis has her own doll too, but she is so under-loved, I don’t even remember her name, poor thing.
I’d always thought that when in grew up, if I had any baby girls of my own, I would call one of them Joy. Perhaps a middle name? But we didn’t. It’ll have to be one of those names that we keep for the pet we may have one day. But it’d need to be a rabbit with long ginger ears and a penchant for retro fashion!