Unloved by everyone but me that is. Even cut into my Denise Schmidt fabric to make her little dress and collar (only partly visible). But of course she’s thrown at the bottom of the toy basket, and when I try to make her fake cry, M just says “NO!” and reaches for the one with the rubber head that smells sickeningly of baby powder. And P, well, he has promised me out of pity that he will play with her some day in the future, like maybe in about 100 days or so.
She could use a little more stuffing, I suppose.