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