My Mother is waiting expectantly for me to start selling my dolls. :-) She mentions it often.
Sigh. I don't know why I like them. Two things come to mind. Four cousins from 16-18 years old playing with some little dolls we bought at a gas station during a stressful time. One of those girls is gone now and how I wish I could share a laugh with her about it. Well, I think our uncle bought them for us, smiling fondly at our silliness. I think mine had a yellow raincoat. And I remember how fascinated I was with the elaborate shoe box doll house an older cousin had made.
I got a great deal on both dolls on ebay. Scarlett looked dingy in the photo online. Her dress washed beautifully. The elastic is stretched in her sleeves and pantaloons. And her hair bows have faded a bit. Otherwise I think $6 was a great deal!
The bookcase I got at an auction is "full of dolls" as my mom told me. I told her that someday Elizabeth can fill it with law books. :-)
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