Sweet or Scary? Do you look at them and see dollar signs and investment value, fond childhood memories or just get the chills because they are looking back. It seems as though we may need to explore all the sides and one blog just will not suffice. I will have to break this into a series, a followup or two will come later on the scariness and collectibility of these little creatures.
First the sweetness. Strawberry Shortcake, Cabbage Patch, Barbie and Kewpie - Even the names are shockingly sweet. For me I have lots of memories. When I was about four or five years old I had a baby doll that was named Beth Ann that I regularly carried into the woods for daily adventures. Her nose had a permanent smudge from too many mud pies and picnics with pine cones and leaves as appetizers. I had a healthy imagination and my toys definitely had to keep up. She was my first doll, and i still remember clutching her tiny chubby baby hand. I also remember I got an Apple dumpling doll (sister to Strawberry Shortcake) she came with a little plastic pet turtle and smelled delicious. The manufacturer sprayed perfume on the dolls that made them all smell like desserts. It was amazing. Turns out those same vintage dolls in good condition go for a pretty penny on eBay. Even the well loved ones will still fetch about ten dollars. More in depth article here.
When I was a little older about nine - my love had shifted to dance and to ballet. My mom gave me a Sugar Plum Fairy doll for Christmas. She had perfect little pointe shoes and a sparkling tutu…and my dad took me to the Nutcracker. I was in heaven. At that age, I just knew I had to be a ballerina. Dance had replaced my fascination with toys and I never really played with that doll. I wanted to keep her perfect. I took her out of the box, admired her, but never ruffled her hair or really made her dance. Her eyes would close as she laid down and looked as though she was sleeping. She still represents a moment of perfection - of my love for dance, and my parents recognition of my passions and the beautiful optimism that only a child can have for the future.
Now I continue the tradition. My little niece recently asked for an American Doll for her birthday, she also wants a myriad of pets and accessories that accompany the doll. But for a little backstory she is eight and still in a place where loves horses, she regularly builds fairy houses under ferns and pine branches and asks to see my cat every time we FaceTime on the the phone. I love her unabashed belief in magical things - and I am happy to feed her imagination with little friends made of plastic. Who knows in twenty years her dolls could be considered vintage and she could be writing a blog about it. There are some people who are creative enough to have their dolls write THEIR OWN blog. And they shop and go horseback riding. What a life :) Check it out here.
So if you are in the market for a little nostalgia or looking to find a special doll from your past, visit our store and see our vintage dolls - they can be cherished for the another generation.