When we were little my sister had a a playskool dollhouse that came complete with a plastic family. I remember secretly loving the dollhouse and all its weird plastic family members.
I was going through my mom's junk drawer the other day and Lo and behold there I found in the very back corner was none other than plastic mom! I'm not sure how but she has managed to not get tossed in the trash or broken. I mean apparently at one point the dogs got to her from obvious mangled forehead, but other than that she's in mint condition. She now joins Stella at every meal with her hipster keffiyeh and pearl earrings.
