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[chochiyo_sama]

This little child with the black eye is me.  I am surrounded by my dollie friends.  Apparently I either jumped or fell off the couch and hit the corner of the coffee tabe with my eye.  I  was only about two when this picture was taken.

Even then, my dolls were the love of my life.

I still ahve several of those dolls. They ae a little worse for wear, but still beloved.

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The eyes have it.

[the_godiva]

My sister has a similar pic at 4 years old. But she got it from me hitting her with a baseball bat. I was swinging in the middle of the yard and she came up behind me. I still got blamed even though I was in the middle of the yard with no one around...I checked. The little sneak. That'll learn her.

I don't have many toys from my childhood. Didn't have that many I think. I do have a good sized doll from Germany. She had real hair eyelashes (of which one is now missing) and glass eyes (of which both are missing) so she really needs the doll hospital. I didn't play with her much because she only had one dress. Her shoes are missing now too if she ever had them. She lost most of this stuff by being stored in my parents' hot attic. When my mother took her out of the box she was in and gave her to me she never noticed the missing eyes and eyelashes. The box was tossed so if they were in the bottom, they're long gone. I haven't found a doll hospital willing to work on her because she's celluoid or composition or something easily breakable or will explode or flameable or something stupid. And she needs eyes that have flat backs which apparently aren't common so....

I figured I might try to make her eyes out of fimo when I had a lot of time on my hands for practice.

I have my snowman. I never had a teddy, I had a snowman. Kinda a white lump like with two black eyes and a felt mouth my mother sewed on.

I also have a green crocheted poodle my Aunt Dorothy made me and a crocheted poodle bottle cover.

I still have my Barbies but they bring me sad memories. My mother crochet me a ballgown for my Barbie (and I had the complete Guinevere outfit and Arabian Nights outfit that I bought with my own money I saved) and my Dad humiliated me into giving them away at a garage sale with my Barbie Dream house. They were inside and I forgot. When I saw them I said not the clothes. The Mexican buying it wanted a deal and my Dad kept trying to convince me. I kept saying it over and over again but Dad kept saying I wasn't a little kid anymore and they'd make some other girl happy. Eventually I said do whatever you want and went in my room. Later he brought me the money and I told him I didn't want it I wanted my Barbie clothes. He of course remembers nothing. Parents never remember when they make you cry or humiliate you.

I remember every detail. I've spend plenty of money on eBay trying to buy back my childhood. (I'm still missing some of the Arabian outfit).

But I'll never be able to buy back the ballgown my mother knitted for me.

Re: The eyes have it.

[chochiyo-sama.livejournal.com]

:(

thank God we lived in the country. There were no garage sales.

That was cruel of your dad. What color was the ball gown your mom made you? My mom crocheted us some clothes for our dolls. She sewed us a ton of cloth clothing as well. She hated to sew on snaps though, so we had to safety pin all the dresses shut. LOL.

To this day, she hates sewing on snaps. If she makes doll clothes for any other little kids, I have to sew on the snaps for her.

I was very sad when my mom threw out my Kewpie doll. You can see her in the picture. Somehow her face got caved in. I was okay with that, but my mom burned her anyhow.

I am still sad about that.

Re: The eyes have it.

[the_godiva]

It was a medium pink. She used a cotton sport or baby for the dress and an acrylic or wool sport or baby to crochet around the edge of the top and bottom. She used four needles and knitted it circular and made a sorta crisscross on the bodice as a decoration. And she sewed snaps on the back to close. It was done all in one piece. She just decreased at the waist for the top. It was strapless. I used to dress my Barbie in that with long white opera gloves and a dark blue velvet cape with a mother of pearl button.

She didn't use a pattern, she made it up. I still remember the clicking of the needles as I watched television.

[mistress-laurie.livejournal.com]

I gave all my baby dolls and clothes to my youngest cousin when I was 10 (she was 2). The only one I regretted giving away was my Baby Chris doll, and that was mostly because I'd had to eat a gazillion bowls of AlphaBits to get enough boxtops to send for her -- HARD WORK!!!

I kept a couple "tween"-type dolls that I was still playing with then. Still have them, but the nieces and nephews have pretty much battered them.

I gave my Barbie Dream House to my oldest niece along with my Barbie car (remember the orange-ish Jag, Cho?) -- she wrecked both within 6 months, so I kept all my other Barbie dolls and stuff.