...and it's seven items long. I'll probably need many more before I'm done.
Ack! I just hope the project doesn't cost more money than I make. We'll just have to wait and see what happens.
P.S.- Took a few reference pictures of Punky. I'll put them up once I find the adapter I need.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Why "Reviving Punky"?
Punky Brewster was a major part of the first half-decade (or maybe more) of my life. I grew up watching the show, and even today, the only doll I would be devestated to lose is the Galoob 14 inch Punky Brewster doll that came into my posession sometime before I turned five. I've literally had her almost as long as I can remember.
The reason I'm calling this blog "Reviving Punky" is because she was a more constant companion than any of my other toys, and it shows. Her clothes are falling apart, she's missing her vest and accessories, and her pigtails stand straight up!
So, for the next however long it takes me to finish the task, I'll be restoring my Punky Brewster doll and writing about it here. I've got no illusions; she'll never be more than a play doll. I don't have any children to pass her on to, and I don't expect that to change any time in this universe. At the same time, one's own children aren't the only people who can benefit from hand-me-down toys with stories and love galore behind their not-new exterior. Some day, when I no longer need Punky to be a totem of my happy childhood and my first dreams, I'll let her go.
I hope some little girl will come along who wants her when I'm ready, even though she's twenty years old and her seams are starting to become worn. I hope that girl can look past the mending and the hair, of which I never took care when I was younger (and will probably soon regret). I hope she wants her even if I can't get all the grime off her face, because Punky Brewster is a doll who deserves to be loved as long as she lasts. She deserves bath times with her human and rides in bicycle baskets, show-and-tells and one-last-storys. She's had it before, and I hope she'll have it again as long as she lasts.
The reason I'm calling this blog "Reviving Punky" is because she was a more constant companion than any of my other toys, and it shows. Her clothes are falling apart, she's missing her vest and accessories, and her pigtails stand straight up!
So, for the next however long it takes me to finish the task, I'll be restoring my Punky Brewster doll and writing about it here. I've got no illusions; she'll never be more than a play doll. I don't have any children to pass her on to, and I don't expect that to change any time in this universe. At the same time, one's own children aren't the only people who can benefit from hand-me-down toys with stories and love galore behind their not-new exterior. Some day, when I no longer need Punky to be a totem of my happy childhood and my first dreams, I'll let her go.
I hope some little girl will come along who wants her when I'm ready, even though she's twenty years old and her seams are starting to become worn. I hope that girl can look past the mending and the hair, of which I never took care when I was younger (and will probably soon regret). I hope she wants her even if I can't get all the grime off her face, because Punky Brewster is a doll who deserves to be loved as long as she lasts. She deserves bath times with her human and rides in bicycle baskets, show-and-tells and one-last-storys. She's had it before, and I hope she'll have it again as long as she lasts.
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