Play, Imagine, Save, Succeed!

I could sit in my bedroom for hours re-arranging my Madame Alexander dolls, much to the happiness of my mother, who didn’t have to dust them!

I was especially obsessed with Mexico. She was decked-out in a multi-layered beaded necklace, with her pretty black skirt, and blousy white boat neck blouse. The senorita, as I called her, came with the patented white long slip and pantaloons, cute black velvet shoes with beads attached to the front and a white felt sombrero that I stretched-out the elastic band on.

I know I wasn’t supposed to play with her, she was a COLLECTABLE but, what child does that?  Yes, all the dolls looked the same, no matter where they were from, but I loved them. They came every X-mas in a pretty blue box from my favorite Aunt,  Aunty Faith. I would wait patently throughout the long X-mas Eve dinner, until we would all settle by the tree and the gift frenzy began. I never knew which doll she would choose to give me that year, but I knew exactly where I would place it on my shelf. I think she enjoyed the look on my face as much as I enjoyed getting the doll.

Thanks, Aunty Faith for allowing me to learn that true happiness revolves around special people.

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3 Comment(s)

  1. Patty

    August 23, 2011 at 3:04 pm

    I remember being 10 years old and playing with my “Velvet” doll. She had beautiful blonde hair, that could grow by pushing a button on her stomach, and get shorter by turning a knob on her back. I would comb her hair and play with her for hours, everyday. She was like having another best friend and she helped me imagine growing up and dreaming about my future. I would dress her in different outfits and play with my friends who had the “Chrissy” doll, which was another doll with growing hair. A doll is very important for a little girl, it helps her express herself. I still have my “Velvet” doll and she means as much to me now as she did when I was 10.



  2. Sue Conrad

    September 9, 2011 at 3:56 pm

    What a wonderful concept! I was a Barbie freak and painstakingly took care of each doll, each piece of clothing, each shoe — shared all my emotions and lived my dreams with them, then I passed my huge suitcase full of lovingly cared for Barbies to my twin nieces.
    Sue



  3. Kim

    September 14, 2011 at 6:52 pm

    I too owned both a Madam Alexander doll (Amy) and a Velvet doll as a young girl … two very different dolls yet both with the same emotional attachedment for me. I cannot imagine childhood without dolls, they always brought me to a place filled with imagination and wonder. And I too still have these dolls today, 40 years later.



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