We all have childhood memories of gifts we were given. Some gifts were coveted while others made us cringe. I love to hear stories of childhood gifts and who better to ask than my favourite bloggers?
Fellow Perth blogger Lisa is The Notorious MUM. A cheeky nod to rap’s The Notorious B.I.G. is what first caught my attention. Then I started reading her posts and have continued to read them ever since.
I admire Lisa’s brutal honesty about life in the parenting trenches. Her blog is about her life, work, kids and floor-cleaning obsession, all of which are bundled together into one happy, chaotic, unenviable muddle. Her way with words often make me laugh-spit my wine and re-read things to check if she actually wrote what I thought I read.
There’s no toeing the line or glossing over details. Lisa’s not shy to drop the odd (ok – regular) F bomb but as she says “I may not be for you, and that’s cool”. Writing is Lisa’s therapy and I’m happy to be along for the ride, knowing that there’s someone else out there going through the fun times of parenting tornadoes.
There’s a lot of love here in Lisa’s gift memories for a favourite 1980s doll…
What was your favourite gift you were given as a kid or teen?
Without a doubt, the gift that shines bright in my childhood memories is my Cabbage Patch Kid, Angela Jane. Having said that, I had not one Cabbage Patch – not even two Cabbage Patch Kids – but THREE Cabbage Patch Kids, including a limited-edition Cabbage Patch Dog. Yes, they were a thing, reserved only – I think – for spoilt-brat only-children, which I very much was. I’m sorry, I’m working on this.
Who gave it to you?
My grandad in England sent Angela MK1 over to me in Perth, Western Australia. I say Angela MK1 because, well, there’s a story behind Angela MK2. Of course there is, and I’m not sure if I should actually admit it, because – oh god – I sound like a terrible Veruca-Salt-type child, and also a massive racist, which I categorically am not. I sent Angela MK1 back because – its hurts me to type this – she was black. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. Although – HANG ON – my memory is a bit fuzzy. She might have been red-haired. I might have sent her back because she was red-haired. My childhood prejudices have blurred; she was either red-haired or black. For one – or possibly both – of these reasons, I rejected her out of hand, and she was replaced by Angela MK2. I AM NOT PROUD OF THIS.
How old were you?
I reckon about seven – I was eight when I took the entire Cabbage Patch Family to England on holiday, so I’d say I got her for my 7th birthday.
Do you still have Angela MK2?
I sure do! Although – this is a bit sad – an elderly friend of my nanna’s decided to spruce her up last year, and chopped off her hair and knitted her into some new clothes. No, that’s not a typo. She knitted her INTO her clothing. I cried.
Is she something your kids would play with now?
Oh, I wish they would. Alice prefers dismembered dollies with loose-hanging limbs. I even brought Alice a brand-new Cabbage Patch Kid, complete with birth certificate and autographed bottom, and she still prefers the dolly she stole from a friend’s house, with eyes that follow you around the room.
Any other details or special memories of this gift?
I loved Angela Jane with all my heart and soul. She was my sister and my best friend (see above, re: ONLY CHILD). I adored her, and willed her to come to life and play with me. I remember this quite clearly: I’d sit on the floor of my bedroom begging her to speak to me. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise! Just come to life and play with me, and it’ll be our secret, I promise! I promise!” She never did, the bitch.
Hooray for Cabbage Patch Kid memories! We’ll forgive Lisa for her rejection of Angela MK1 because I can vouch for the fact that she is NOT a massive racist (or gingerist). She’s pretty awesome.
Did you have a Cabbage Patch Kid? What did you love about him or her?
Do you remember its names? I say “names” because there was always a middle name!