Souvenirs

When I was a kid, my dad would go on business trips every so often. We were always hopeful that he would bring us exciting souvenirs, but usually if we got anything at all it was something like a pen or a distant-city newspaper. Yippee.

Mavis's mom just got back from a month in Kazakhstan, with a side trip to Kyrgyzstan, and here's what she sent us:

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Felt slippers and shoes, and the most adorable doll. The colors on these things are fantastic--deep teal, red orange--just the kind of colors I might pick if I were making them myself. Maybe when Cindy Lou stops chewing on everything she gets her hands on, I'll consider letting her play with the doll. Maybe.