A fresh paper wheel of pins sat in my mom’s sewing drawer. They displayed in pairs: Red-red, black-black, yellow-yellow, blue-blue. When I pushed them through my doll’s head they became perfect adornment for her ears. And as long as I refrained from over zealously squeezing her little PVC face the look was safe as well as fashionable. After Laurette died I rediscovered these pins, fewer and smaller than I remembered, their cardboard mooring now long lost. Beautiful old pins-the type once used by Cold War strategists and now appropriated by etsy.com lace-makers. But for me always dangerously fetching Barbie jewelry.