There is a small cemetery around these parts that I have always been drawn to. About 6 months ago, I found a story about it online that has now been burned in my brain.
It’s the story of Soledy, who was the first person buried in this cemetery. She was born on the same day (not year) as my grandmother, and died 10 years later on the same day (again, not year) as my son’s birthday. She lived from 1864 to 1874 a few miles up the road from my very modern suburban neighborhood, in a town that no longer exists, only the cemetery remains. Why this is important, I don’t know, but it just stuck in my head as I tried to come up with a name for my first zombie.
I named my first groundbreaker Frank, after Mr. Sinatra, and that was fine, but for some reason, I can’t seem to name this zombie Soledy, I guess because it seems disrespectful to a little girl. (But apparently I am free to disrespect Ol’ Blue Eyes? No rhyme or reason, I tell ya) So I’m naming her Zinnia, after my favorite garden flower… but I bet I will always think of her as Soledy.
And the cute little dress that Jaybo scored for us at the Goodwill for $1.50… I feel bad taking this gorgeous thing out of the hands of a cute little could-be-wearing-this-dress girl, but… its all in the name of the haunt, right?
It’s hard to tell from the picture, but the detailing on this is just amazing, down the arms, and the trip, etc. Its going to be a shame to rot this one up.