I wanted to get this huge vintage masked doll to scare my sister with. (She has a fear of dolls and I wanted to sneak it into her bed, pull the comforter up over it and let her find it long after I left the house — don’t worry, I’d be sure to hear her reaction lol)
But sadly, it was not meant to be…
The doll was placed up for auction along with the old metal riding toy tractor, and in Fargo-Moorhead, those old farm toys and pedal cars sell for waayyyy too much for me to even raise my bidding paddle. Maybe next time, the 3-foot old cloth doll will be mine — err, my sisters. *sigh*
