Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
If there is one thing I have learned about doll collectors it’s that everyone has his or her own preferences as to what kind of dolls they like to collect. Some people only collect Barbies or vinyl dolls, others only collect dolls that are babies or toddlers. I tend to favor contemporary dolls that look more mature. I only have two dolls in my collection that are not adults and both of them are young girls not babies. Adult dolls are harder to find and I enjoy the challenge. I also tend to buy fantasy dolls. Sorceresses, fairies, princesses, elves, mermaids, I own them all. I even own a centaur doll! All I need now is a faun doll and my collection will be complete—maybe. I like to have a variety of hair and dress colors so that none of my dolls look too much alike. (Believe it or not, I have dolls with green and pink hair and one with blue skin.) I’ve spent a great deal of time hunting down dolls of different nationalities and skin colors as well. Every time I think my collection is complete, I see a new doll I must have. But then, what is life without a few surprises to look forward to?
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
When I was a little girl, my sister and I received matching Bradley Dolls as a Christmas present one year. These southern belle dolls with big eyes and hoop skirts were all the rage in the eighties. Anyone who was anyone in elementary school had one. (My doll looked exactly like the one pictured, only she had a yellow dress.)
One night as my sister and I were getting into bed, I noticed that both the dolls were missing from their usual place on our dressers. We madly searched the house and found both of them sitting at our play table having a tea party with our plastic tea cups. There after from time to time, my sister and I would come home from school and find our dolls gone. When we found them again, it was always as if we had caught them in the middle of some fun outing. I remember feeling like those dolls were enchanted or alive. In time I figured out it was my older brother who was moving the dolls around as a way to entertain us--but the magical feeling about dolls never left me.
The doll to the right was the first porcelain doll I ever owned. A dear family friend owned a porcelain doll company. I used to look through her catalog of doll molds and drool over the finished products. I came home one day and found the green ware pieces of my favorite porcelain doll lying on my bed. Step by step this patient woman taught me how to make my own porcelain doll from scratch. As you can see, the final product came out beautifully.
After that, there was no stopping me. My collection of dolls has grown over the years to include some expensive dolls of high quality, but this imperfect first doll still holds a dear place in my heart.