Close Encounters of the Doll Kind, Part II

And then on Saturday we stopped by a cool store on Smith Street. I'm sorry to say I can't recall what its name is, because they've got amazing selection of old toys and other vintage thingees, and equally amazing new hand-knitted hats and scarves. (As classic a Smith Street combination these days as, say, grass-fed, locally grown pork belly and organic baby kale shoots.) Plus, the owner is lovely and does not mind when 2 year olds put their greasy mitts on giant, slightly scary Barbie and try to undress her.

R hanging out in the front on the rocking chair that the store owner specially brought out for her to sit on.