Since my grandchildren started to arrive, I have been delving into boxes and excavating old toys and dolls of all shapes and sizes that not only belonged to my children but also to me! I went on loving dolls until my mother bought me a teenage doll one year (yeah, it predated Barbie …) and said this was the LAST doll I was to have … 😥
Eldest Grand daughter adores dolls and we spend hours bathing and dressing them in ancient clothes and doing their hair. Recently I produced the black doll which I was given when a small child – minus an eye – I’ve been in touch with a doll’s hospital but haven’t heard from them yet!
In fact, if there’s anyone out there who knows where I can get dolls mended, I would be glad to hear – a number of them are missing eyes.
Today I decided she was old enough to treat Sylvia, the teenage doll, with respect … so we have spent the afternoon scrubbing and combing and dressing. I also discovered that at some point in the past I had picked up handknitted Barbie doll dresses cheaply at a bazaar, and as she has a collection at home I gave them to her. She was dead chuffed! Her Mum patiently does her best with GD’s passion for dolls, but always hated them herself and much preferred to dream up some very complicated (and usually forbidden) activity …
I never thought I would be allowed to play with dolls again 😉