These cute little ornaments are from my grandma's decorations. I remember being so excited to get to her house to see if they were there! I was fixated on them not only b/c they're adorable, but also b/c I was absolutely, 100%, without-a-doubt certain these were miniatures of my sister and I (she's a blondie and I'm a redhead). I would look at the blondie (Little Miss Muffet) and think, "she's so pretty, she's wearing such a pretty dress, her eyelashes are so long..." but then I felt badly for the blondie that she had a funny yellow record player on her lap (duh jan, that would be porridge) (never noticed the pipe cleaner spider til I was much older). I felt lucky that the redhead had real yarn hair as opposed to plastic, that she had a pretty pattern on her dress (!), that she didn't have anything on her lap encumbering her and that she had somewhere to sit! After all those heavy social comparisons, I decided it was definitely best to be the yarn-haired girl! Sometimes I was bewildered why there weren't miniatures of my brothers, too. It would bother me in a 'life's not in balance' kind of way (for about a split-second). Maybe one of them was the trickster elf behind the redhead...
Do you remember categorizing the world like this? Trying to explain and justify things in your head that don't have anything to do with anything (other than the development of reasoning skills)? The bizarre things you would think to make sense of it? Isn't it amazing to watch this unfold in your own children???
I am so glad my mom passed these onto me - they are my favorites to hang every year!
