Monday, June 26, 2017
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Keeping Doll Promises
We collectors are like elephants [another collection of something I don’t collect], we never forget a promise someone makes to add to our collections. Alas, if that promise is not kept, we suffer.
I remember promises of dolls made to me when I was a toddler. A relative who promised to give me a Greek costumed doll bought on a long ago trip, another aunt vowing to take out her storybook dolls to show to me, these doll dreams never materialized.
At age 10, someone told me Mom he’d brought me a doll from
to say, I’m still waiting for it. Along
with the ruby glass vases that were supposed to be my birthday gift 12 years
ago. No rose colored glass for me J
I’ve heard tantalizing tales of vintage Barbies, maybe even No. 1, all bisque beauties with glass eyes, mysterious antique dolls living in suitcases, all just rumors of phantom poppets. The most glorious myth of all involved the doll collection of my grade school principal, bequeathed to me, but before I could take possession, I was told the dolls had disappeared from our school basement. Woe was me!
Polite mother and child that we were, my mom and I never called anyone on these broken Bebe promises. Our philosophy was, there will always be another doll. Besides, it isn’t like I don’t have any J
I dedicate this post to those who kept their dolly promises, as I have tried so hard to keep mine. Many of the dolls in our museum collection were the gifts of dear friends, like our own Kimmee, Steph, our talented paper doll artist friend, Mikki, my doll soul mate, and many others. A lot of doll articles and even small collections have come to me through my wonderful readers, particularly those who were loyal to me at About.com Doll Collecting.
Generosity and collecting go hand in hand. I love to find things to add to my friends’ eclectic collecting needs, and over the years, I’ve learned a lot about dirigibles, CPKs, icons, salt and pepper shakers,
Dept. 56 houses, paper dolls, paper
airplanes, and costume jewelry.
Promises are meant to be kept, and when they are, that kindness is paid
forward, and, do I hear a bell ring—another doll has just found its way into a
Thursday, June 22, 2017
The ten or eleven year old daughter of one of my friends saw the doll, and fell in love with it at Christmas. A week or two ago, she told me how much she had loved and wanted my doll. Here is where I proved how not-smart I am. "Oh, don't worry", said I, I have another one similar in a box; I will find it and give it to you
Well, this very bright young lady held me to my promise. I tired to find the doll I bought, but in the stress of everything else, I don't remember where exactly I stored her. What to do!!! Her mom told me they were going on a short vacation, and I had about five days to find the doll.
To make a long story short, I couldn't find mine in time, bought another one at Kohl's. The little girl was thrilled beyond thrilled, but I swore everyone to secrecy. "Just let her think it's my doll", I said. Little did I know that kids know what copyrights are. My little eleven year old Miss Marple was reading the book that came with the doll, as well as all the literature in the box. I think I have a curator for my future museum. "Mom", said she, "The copyright date is 2017!! This couldn't be the doll from Fall 2016!!"
So I had to confessed, but all's well that ended well. The new doll will be an heirloom, and there may be a new doll collector in our midst :)
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Dr. E's Doll Museum Blog: For London, Manchester, and The UK; Our Hearts are...: Below is the famous speech by John of Gaunt; nothing expresses our love for England better. We salute the people of the UK, in memory of my...
Monday, May 29, 2017
We love peaceful Sundays; no matter how bad the rest of the day is, Sunday morning should be calm, and peaceful. Yet, whenever I sit under my modest carport, with my shabby-not-chic plastic lawn furniture to eat something and to write, the peace is shattered by someone's lawn mower or trimmer The same thing happens at dusk. I'm sure I've come home late and banged a door, and I can't control with my Dad's cleaning lady comes, or when the lawn folks show up to help. I'm terribly grateful to both because I can't that kind of heavy work any more. Yet, we do what we can, and I'm happy for even a tiny moment of tranquility. Here are some photos from this week's work.
This was not the year again for planting or experimenting. I was lucky to get a gift of Blackout pansies from my neighbor and friend, LJK, and I bought variations of flox. They work in fairy gardens and are colorful in my pots. The cold weather and torrential rains we had more or less wiped out the flox, so I’ve gone to begonias. The rains pelted down everything, even my prairie grass. The aftermath reminded me of an essay in The Norton Anthology of Nature Writing about carnage in a garden after a hard rain.
This year, we hope our black Holly Hock will finally bloom. I’ve set up tiny fairy gardens, and the simple gnome village in back. I have my tables out, and one large silk plant that I use as a seasonal tree. It is decorated for the seasons, and sits under my carport. I love my lawn ornaments, and they are out, though I’ve bought nothing new this year.
Summer is nearly upon us, but it still gets cool. The trees are beautiful, all green shade.
|There are Angels Among us, Everywhere|
|Memorial Day on The Yellow Brick Road|
|Sharing the Harvest, Vintage Painted Wood Lawn Art|
|When Bacchus Rests|
|Rock a bye Baby Ducks with Vintage Doll Buggy|
|Morning has Broken|
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Thursday, May 18, 2017
日本語で博士 E の人形博物館 [Dr. E's Doll Museum in Japanese}: Yamazaki Palmira Doll Collection: Follow this link for an amazing cite in Japanese that can be translated into English. http://www.geocities.co.jp/PowderRoom/4336/