Sometimes you just have to let go...

This weekend I was in NH and found some old boxes of my toys in the basement. In one were my Ginny Dolls, some of my favorites. They were made by Vogue, came with clothes to dress them up and a little carrying case that I trucked around everywhere we went for a few years until Barbie took over as the coolest plastic creation around.

The dolls were something I'd saved to give to my daughter someday. Over the last 25 years they'd gotten mildewed in the basement so I brought them back to my house to clean them up. I chucked the clothes in a hot soapy solution to try and kill anything that might be growing on them. Then, I wiped the dolls down and rinsed them off. Imagine my surprise when the hair on one just disintegrated when water touched it!

I offer as evidence one Franken-Doll with a mohawk and bangs that is headed for the trash. The hair on the other one stayed intact, but is pretty ratty and nasty.
Maybe the Buddhists are on to something with this whole non-attachment thing. Just enjoy things in the moment and don't try to take them with you. Whatever synthetic material they are made of probably won't allow it anyway!