The Princess Diana Paper Doll Book has not been properly utilized in years, not even employed with looking kitschy on the coffeetable. I probably received it sometime between age four and seven from either my paternal Grandparents or my Aunt Sarah. I have narrowed it down to these two sources, owing to that it always resided at my Grandparents house until I was a teenager and brought it home for one reason or another, and the fact that my Aunt was an avid royalty-watcher (she subscribed to Royalty Magazine and took the day off from work at the FBI the day Diana and Charles got married to watch to spectacle on television). It was one of those diversions I kept at the Grandparents' house to have kiddy somethings to do when I visited Potomac from the then still-emerging suburb of Gaithersburg. My brothers' interests proved to be more tricky to pin down, and, as such, they were enticed to visit with a Nintendo 64 (which Matt and I now possess), as my parents did not allow video gaming in the house (computer gaming was acceptable) until I was old enough to not care about the oppression anymore.
While I myself have never had a fascination with the titled ones (unless you count the Western royalty mocked on www.thesuperficial.com), I remember enjoying dressing Diana up in tabbed frockery galore. Her sentimental value has only increased in the past year, as my Aunt passed away last summer from ovarian cancer.
Grade: I know this is a cop-out, especially since this is my first actual thing graded, but it gives me a sick feeling in the innards to...It is up there.
Shall I Keep it?: Yes. I am no royalty buff, but I am a sentimentalist.
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