We have an extraordinary exercise for keeping your hands, wrists and fingers limber. It’s called, “Putting on the Polly.”
Polly Pockets were a thing when my daughter was young, though they didn’t have the array of miniature clothing and accessories as more modern versions. I inherited a tub of Pollys complete with purses the size of a baby’s pinkie nail, shoes no bigger than half a thumb tack, and of course, rubber clothing which defies fumbling fingers when dressing the dolls. The woman who donated these gems to the cause definitely isn’t missing them.
They are a wonderful resource for three girls though, who will spend a good 20 minutes trying to dress them with hats or the one pair of sunglasses which do not work on any miniature form. My four-year old can now get a pair of pants and a shirt on a Polly so I’m currently free to corral the diminutive pieces as best I can. Without fail I will find one or three little accessories in a dish drawer, the pantry, or under a chair. One of the twins likes to hold as many little pieces as she can and journey through the house with them. As I scan the kitchen I see no evidence of the Polly play this morning. (As soon as I rev up the vacuum I’m sure to find something.)
To make an appointment for your dexterity training or eyesight screening just call ahead, we can fit you in.