Strange, but not too uncommon for me, to find a ziplock bag full of doll parts. They are most likely from the attic at my moms, belonging to my Grandma Darleen. Apparently keeping unnecessary bits of things that aren't much without the rest of them runs in the family. My thought, I imagine, as I tucked them away (and perhaps as my Grandma had years before) was "I can't just throw them away, they belong to someone, somewhere!" Obviously the Realist in me doesn't get much play between the Sentimental in me and the Emotional side winning most matches.
There is someone somewhere that could use a menagerie of doll arms. Now available in the Shop. :)