~CHILD'S PLAY?..~

First I want to tell  "Lavender Dreams" that I am sorry it took so long to do this post. 

I have no explanation why I love dolls so much...  It began when I was a child, my love of

dolls, but it was nothing any more than any other little girl.  And..it was something I eventually outgrew..or so I thought.

I married Pat in June, 1954 and six months later I was pregnant with my first baby...it was a boy.

Back in the 1950's there were not a lot of really cute clothes for baby boys, but I managed to find some.

Also, no money to spend made the search a bit difficult, but, no cute little girl things were to be used by me for a long time.  Or...so it seemed to me.

Then I had my second boy..I had "hand me down's"  but once again was  in constant search for cute little boy clothing....tiny ducklings, little building blocks..choo choo trains..etc.

When babies were very young back then..cute little Carter's outfits were the thing...and I had several I loved.

VERY baby! 

We didn't dress our baby's in BIG BOY clothes until they were walking.  Not so today.  Babyish things are not so popular today.  Not like back then.

I spent much of my time dressing and redressing my babies and combing their hair..making them smell sweet.

As a nursing mother I didn't have to contend with the sour milk spit ups...but when and if they did...into the tub they went with a baby lotion follow up. 

I was totally into babies.  Well...you probably KNOW that by now if you know me at all.  I mean...I did have seven after all! 

Why?  Because I got pregnant?  NO!  Because I wanted them and every single one of them that came along was absolutely the most fun.  The best time of my life was having and caring for my babies.

It has only been a few years since I discovered that I like dolls.  Especially when I discover the artists scupts and beautifully redone to look so real.  And the clothing!!  I was hooked...at least to a point. 

When I saw this little doll for sale...I fell in love with her.  Not because she looked anything like my own babies because she doesn't...but because she was different.  She had this quizzical little face and seemed to be looking right at me.  Sort of like my lovely gift from Joyce...my new bear and apple of my eye, Abagail. 

Everything about this doll appealed to me..

The tiny feet, those big black eyes..

The tiny bracelet has her name on it.  Actually,  I did name her Elizabeth..but Lizzie for short.

The material this outfit is made of is...just amazing...I could not believe how soft it was and the detail. 

Profile...

Little rosebud mouth...

Tiny feet and the artist even made the skin look so delicate..and real!  Look closely!

Not a toy.. :)  Well...except for me of course.. 

Little chenille romper.  So sweet...and all of the clothing fits 0 to 3 months.  A tiny new Granddaughter could wear them....NOT that I am pushing anyone! :)

This is another outfit she came with.  The trim is black velvet ribbon and the material the little dress is made of is something like a very soft wool material.  Not sure exactly what..but it is beautifully made.  The little headband is also velvet..

All of her outfits pictured, plus the one on the doll came with her.  Her hair is all rooted one strand at a time.

Now...end of story. 

When daughter #2 came to visit and saw the doll..she just said.." Mom!  You should give these dolls to your little Granddaughters!"  and shook her head.  Is she kidding?  These are not toys...even their little eyelashes are applied one at a time...

Oh well.  :) 

As I said, I wish I could explain my love of dolls and especially their clothes.  I wish there had been clothing for dolls or babies like that when I had mine.  So...I learned to sew. 

Whatever the case, I am having fun with my dolls and it has become a hobby I really enjoy! 

The rain has stopped and tomorrow I am going to do some painting...

More rain tomorrow they say.  Are they kidding??

I hope everyone out there is doing fine.   Are you? :) 

Hugs and love,

Mona