Day 28: The Cabbage Patch

A few weeks ago, my mother called me quite excited. She had found my old Cabbage Patch clothes at the bottom of an old trunk. Now, I have not played with these dolls in well, at least 25 years. I was shocked. She was so excited and has been asking me ever since to look through my things in my attic and/or basement because she could not find the dolls.

I have to admit, looking for the dolls was not the first thing that popped into my head. Rather, the first thing that popped into my head was the Cabbage Patch song. I really have no idea where that came from other than the fact that it was there.



So with the dance moves remastered, I kind of forgot...okay, I admit it, I totally forgot about looking for the dolls. Then this past weekend, when I cleaned out the armoire in the basement, I found a girl doll, a baby doll and a Koosa. I brought them upstairs and put them on the kitchen table while I was getting a drink. With my back turned, my girls absconded with the dolls before I even realized that they were missing. You would have thought that they hit the lottery! They have been dressing and undressing them from the diapers and clothes that they were wearing. Then today, my mother gave them some of the clothes she had found from all those years ago. I promptly dressed the baby in the ridiculous sweater outfit on the picture above.

The best part of this find is that I have been reminiscing with ... err...about my Koosa, Fritz. I loved this little cat and I have to admit, based on the tag on him, I was eleven when I received this cat. I think I must have secretly played with him, because that would have put me in sixth grade. Actually, that was the last year that we played with Cabbage Patches. We were the last of a very innocent time. We still played with dolls until we were in sixth grade! Imagine that. And I know that I was not the only one as I sit here in my spinny desk chair and think about it.



Fritz was named after my favorite waiter at my favorite restaurant, Ellie's, in Lawrence, Massachusetts. It was a Middle Eastern restaurant where I was first introduced to Baba Ganouj, Tabbouleh, Kibbee, Kofta, etc. Those formative restauranting years have given me a lifelong loving of Lebanese food and food from the Middle East in general.

Here is a classic song from 1983, the birth year of Fritz, my beloved Koosa.