Matty Mattel Doll Circa Mcmlxv

(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end today April 25th, 2021 generates elusive warm treasured memories). Akin to significance my eldest sister felt toward her “Willies” – (totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner) until she became a tweener my Matty Mattel Doll (circa mid 1960's) meant the webbed wide world with promise of much greener pastures on the Apollo space age horizon where virtual Oculus virtual reality dwelt amongst Carib beaner indigenous tribes. No matter yours truly then fast approaching his decade number seven of twentieth century tantalizing figurative future promises held sway (namely technologically Luddite intimations spawned), I zealously, fervently, and desperately clung to battered Matty Mattel doll. Any child with creative artistic bents (including this scribe), whose innate sensibilities and cents severely limited me drawing stick figures, more so dense macabre satisfactorily applying beard or mustache as stylish elements applying magic marker to picture printed faces forged into fences of famous people popular within culture club, both gents or gals, whose retouched photographs beggared facial pents sieve looming hair of men and women, while simultaneously rents sing preoccupied to access excel lent glue, which caricatured outlook devoid of common sense I held said goofy looking doll appeared contrived of household padding material, and short scraps from circus tents of yarn for do whit yourself based artisans into trash bin of history project went. Even than orange ranked as the new black charming plaything sophistication did lack plus batteries not required to hear voice activated track. This (think) abhor ridge gin null snippets red + yellow colored strands atop kepi twas pseudo hair, sans manufactured eunuchs adorned head lands with avast capita lone linkedin fingerhut dishabille curls, could easily construct trolling grandstands a similar facsimile re: globular molded, incorporated, glommed, fragile Ostrich egg shape contrived head (vis a vis Plaster of Paris overcovering NON GMO gluten free partially hydrogenated brands inflated balloon) to affect trademark globular fuzzy noggin dry as Acklands. The simple plain plaything included a fitbit lifesaver size plastic ring said small circular loop perfect “O”pening to get jammed below first knuckle the King Kong of index finger affixed to a short string (when pulled to extent tub buckle did bring taut tether) activated moon face fixed bug eyed ping pong blank stare to utter garbled syllables asper one who nipped viz suckle something. Despite the drabness, homeliness, lacquered painted trapped xyst Yarmulke cheap flatness, I loved ragged slapped around, and still iconic schlepped treasure (uber voiceless with rapt zealous application bridging elementary functioning gizmo), initiating mapped jabbering lock lipped absolute zero prattling. Sometimes well worn action hero lapped exhilaration, (got tossed in the air, booted as football, succor silently accepted flapped sear sucker punches from robed buck after favorite fictitious "brother" chapped accompanied my scrawny body at bath time) to adapt. Nonetheless, this adored billed idol kept me secure, especially on rare occasions that found this contemplative lad, a lore ring dutiful, fun loving kid under the weather, or hospitalized for minor adenoids removal, which entailed post surgical recovery swallowing quite a chore. Oh yes, this non gendered plaything nondescript featureless sewn seams showed zero differentiation, no matter to tell this August, cherished, fondled kiddie piece de resistance lacked sexual identity. Absent reproductive organs (eh, nada so significant omission) cuz, this seemingly resistant quirky plaything, who unfairly re ceived punishing physical indiscriminate treatment, yet still connection omnipotent bond existed as if goofy guise happened to be extended part of mine kempf. Upon reflection, asper childhood memento (nary a clue what triggered remembrance of things past yesterday comprised true value), an aha moment awoke to attempt to cap cha vague essence about pretend friend designed in 1955, and based on a concept by Mattel co-founder Elliot Handler. The character “Matty” derived from the name Mattel. The nom de plume a concatenation of sorts derived after founders, Harold Mattson and Elliot Handler. A brainstorm session yielded concurrence viz the hybrid name of Matt + El (short for Elliot).