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 Africa . Needless
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
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