Apologies if this sounds familiar, I have answered a previous thread similarly, a year or two ago.
When I was a child, we, as was fairly common then, had a live in mother’s help, though she was always called our maid.
One December Ivy started knitting a wonderful array of doll’s clothes, a complete outfit in pink wool; coat, dress, vest, pants, socks, bonnet, mittens.
She kept trying them on my doll for size, and told me they were for another little girl who had the same doll.
I completely believed her.
On Christmas morning I opened a parcel and there were the clothes!
I shall never forget that wonderful moment. Such joy and excitement!
I went to my home town last autumn for a family funeral, and dear Ivy was there. We had many memories of those days to talk about, including the doll’s clothes.
We are hoping to go to her 90th birthday party in October, but I fear Covid will prevent it.
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