This is Jinny and she is going to be 51 on December 25th. I got Jinny for my very first Christmas and all these years later, I still have her and this absolutely tickles me!
Look at this doll! She is not particularly cute nor is she cuddly, in fact, in all honestly she is a bit scary. But I love Jinny and I still have her and this pleases me to no end. I think about all the twists and turns and moves of my past and yet I kept her. I never lost or gave Jinny away.
I was told that Jinny, when new, was all covered in a soft red velvety material. The only remnants of this 'plush' remain in the two little spots behind her legs where it hasn't worn off. The material is now canvas-like and it is getting brittle with age. I keep her in a glass case to slow down the deterioration but I am afraid that at some point in the future she will be too fragile and disintegrate beyond repair.
Every single seam on Jinny has been repaired. Every single seam. There is not a spot on Miss Jinny that has not been mended. In fact, I remember one particular time when I was about 5 or 6 and I was crying, crying, crying while my mother was repairing Jinny with a needle and thread. I wouldn't and couldn't go to sleep without Jinny. That is how much I loved Jinny. And how much my mom loved me.
I own many, many items that belonged to other people that are much older than my Jinny. And I often write about my love and attraction for personal items that contain history. I don't know if the sentiment I have attached to these items is accurate or something that I choose to believe, but it doesn't really matter to me. It makes me happy to know that I am keeping and treasuring something that someone once held dear and that is enough for me.
Jinny is something from my past, something that I hold dear and will always treasure. And she's going to be a birthday girl soon. I think that calls for cake!