February 1975 ~ I turned six.
My mother baked my cake, frosted it, and traced the silhouette of a Holly Hobby doll with a toothpick in the icing. Then, very carefully, she filled in her outline with colored sugar. As a mother and baker now myself, I know how unpredictable and errant colored sugar can be. I am more impressed now than I was then. Then, I was just pleased to have such a cool cake.
I had three Holly Hobbie rag-dolls. Though there was a collection of dolls, Holly and her friends, my three dolls were all Holly. That was okay with me. I used to pretend that I was the mother of triplets. I thought that would be great. I'm older know. Wiser.
Happy Birthday to Me.