Her name was Connie. She was a friend of Rhoda's from Connecticut and like Rhoda, a long term resident of Vallarta.
And she needed some work done, some for her and some for husband, who she described as " a big man " .
I met him; he was short and fat. And Connie and I did not quite hit it off. She had an annoying habit of checking every stitch to see if it was up to her standards.
One time I lost my cool and said to her quietly through gritted teeth as she was checking out some of my work :
Maybe you would like a magnifying glass ?
She looked at me truly dumbfounded and said in her nasal New Yorker accent:
My, you are really sensitive, aren't you !
I decided then and there that it wasn't worth the measly fee to go through this again.
And never did.
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Too sad... people can be so picky. I can still see those great dolls and their faces that you made for the Nutcracker or Babes in Toyland. Emily will be 15 in October are you up for another crazy dress, she wears a zero to three :)Have a great day!
Funny how such incidents burns to your memory. I too have some. They pop up once in a while. We've still got some of the dolls close your mom made, never noticed if the stictes was right, course there were love in each one. Matilde offered a doll to Marlene after her visiting you. She bought the head and made the rest herself.
Else made dolls to both Mads and Marlene. Knitted (stikkede) and they are still alive. Rosa & George lives in my office at a special place beside my two Teddy's. The one Teddy is my very first, and the second is a gift from Mads who ment that I needed a freind on my long working days - he was 5 at that time. So much love in a Teddy.
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