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Dolls of Questionable Morals
We have a lot of dolls around here. A lot of dolls. Literally buckets and boxes full of dolls. More dolls than you can shake a stick at, though why you would want to shake a stick at dolls, or anything else, is beyond me. Not that I have a stick on hand at the moment.
Yes. Well. Anyway. Dolls. Lots and lots of dolls. All of them completely and utterly unclad. Nekkid. Shamelessly bare, displaying themselves to the world with no thought of modesty crossing their hollow little heads.
We did have one rag-type doll, a gift to Youngest Girl Child for her second birthday, that had clothing stitched to her soft little body. That was quite successful until recently. Somehow the stitches keeping everything on came undone. (I suspect the use of scissors in small hands.) Now Fairy Princess Ballerina doll has joined the ranks of the unadorned, pink skin showing everywhere, while her dress is lying in a corner of the bedroom. She will probably never wear this particular dress again - it will instead be used to dress mermaids up for undersea shopping expeditions. She will be crammed into ultra-tight Barbie dresses in replacement, learning that you must suffer to look good. It's just as well that she doesn't need to breathe.
I have had to make a firm rule that no naked dolls are allowed to attend church.* Any dolls going to church with us must be modestly attired, in a chapel-appropriate dress. It's actually proven to be a good way to keep dolls at home, since once the clothing is removed from the doll it tends to disappear, making it difficult to meet Mommy's requirements.
We do have one doll that can't be undressed, because her clothing is painted onto her dress-shaped little body. That's all right - a solution has been found! Maybe she can't be stripped, but it is possible to put clothing onto her, for a change of pace.
So I guess we do have one clad doll in the house after all.
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*They are also banned from the store, the DMV, the bank and anywhere else we might that involves being seen by people not in our immediate family.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
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This brings back memories of my last trip to the States. I went to the Goodwill to find a male companion for one of my single barbie dolls (she's still single the only decent male I could find was a space warrior who wears a permanent helmet and says, "Vehicle action, time to go!" I had to buy him...)But I found LOTS of naked female barbie dolls. I found this rather odd because here in England I usually find them clothed in something, though this may be because the shop workers put the lost clothes onto the unwanted naked barbies. Amongst all the sad naked dolls I found a lovely barbie who had, had one of her hands bit off. I had to buy her...and now she's married to "Vehicle action man" and wears a one of a kind dress made just for her. (though she needs a new one as I sort of whipped it up and it looks whipped up) They're very happy together.
I'm afraid I'll have to do something about Dr Who's bit of fluff (Dr Who is an English Sci-fi character,a time Lord - I have a Dr Who doll wearing a suit. His squeeze sits on his knees...she's not naked, but her hip length dress (that another barbie came in) is rather unseemly, but she has to wait in line behind Louis and Francoise. Francoise is still waiting for her dress, though she is wearing a Regency chemise! Naked she is not! My latest barbie-rescue is still in her slutty purple dress, but she's holding my "thoughts for the day" cards so she's alright. I need to comb her hair though. One thing I really wish my mother hadn't thrown out were my barbie dolls. I hope they're out there lying naked in some little girl's room, but I have an awful feeling they're probably burried under a mountain of stinking garbage...sad!
My sister's two little girls aren't into dolls at all. My sister kept buying dolls, but they were never played with. One day my sister said, "I don't understand why they don't like dolls, I love dolls." And I said, "I do too...don't buy dolls for your kids...buy them for yourself!" And she said, "Yeah! I will."
I was actually not that much into dolls as a kid, and especially not into Barbies. I never got the point. All anyone seemed to do was put clothes on and take them off, which bored me. I didn't get into the clothes thing until I had babies - then I really enjoyed dressing them up in all their little outfits and taking pictures of how cute they looked! Poor kids. LOL
You weren't into dolls? I find that very odd. You a story teller not liking dolls? You must have had some other favorite toys then that had adventures! To me that was the point of dolls, but it could be for a lot of little girls it is about the dressing up or the having a baby to hold.
For me dolls weren't plastic things to dress, they were characters to dress in costumes though I never had a single extra store bought outfit. My dolls had homemade clothes just like me! :) My dolls had feelings. They had dreams. They had endless adventures...and I'm sorry to say they were highly promiscuous of the heart. They'd fall in and out of love with each other quite frequently. My dolls (stuffed animals included - I had many an inter-mamalian marriage...there was no prejudice in my doll world. A Teddy bear could fall in love with a big doll knowing he might have a chance to win her heart) they were all acting out a complex soap opera long before I'd heard of soap operas. My sister and I would happily sit for hours and interweave stories about these characters who'd talk to each other. Barbies were my favorite because they were just the right size to act out stories and they were plastic so they could have outdoor adventures without getting ruined though I don't think I ever took my barbies to school or played with my barbies with school friends. Strange. I think they were my special toys.
Playing with barbies for me really wasn't much different than what I do now (writing romances). I wonder how often the toys children play with (have adventures with) how often does that coorelate to who they end up becoming as an adult? I wonder if anyone's done any research into that.
My dolls didn't have the adventures - I did! I lived pretty heavily inside my head, constructing stories in which I was always the star. Lots of saving people was involved, and handsome heroes falling in love with me. LOL
Our dolls must be appropriately clad for church as well! Exept we also have a 0 years old you can take 5 toys. 1 you get 4 toys, 2 you get 3, 4 you get 2 and at 5 you get one toy... now the kids (being 6 and 7) just draw. *rolls eyes* Every once in a while they'll sneak in a car or something but not usually.
Jeniffer...you make me laugh! I wish we'd grown up together. That would have been so much fun! My sister and I didn't always interweave stories with dolls...when we were really young we used to take turns telling an ongoing story after we went to bed. I also have fond and hilarious memories of us weaving stories at other times (I must have been 7/8 she's two years younger) where we took turns being married to every possible character on Star Trek and having adventures...I don't think we fought over which of us could be married to whom, but we couldn't have the same one at the same time! :) I think she liked the Dr...I think I liked Kirk and Spock...or maybe I liked the Dr she liked Spock. I'll have to ask her. She was always more way out there than me. My poor dolls always had boring normal names. Her favorite doll (my mother made it for her when she was about 3/4) she named Blainey. Where did she get that? I didn't even know Blaine was a name until I saw Pretty in Pink as a teenager. Life is so funny!
Cannwin - Cars are expressly forbidden at church! They are very noisy little things, even before the sound effects start. We went through a period where there was quite the battle every week about cars, but thank goodness, they finally accept the "quiet toys only" rule!
Cari - My Star Trek crushes varied regularly. Sometimes it was Chekov, sometimes it was Sulu (and even as an adult, wasn't I disappointed to find out he was gay!) The older I got, though, the more it was Spock. :)
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