Meet Betsy … she is not mine, she is my mother’s. Mom got her for a birthday gift when she was about 6 … she started showing her age about 25 years ago so my dad snuck her out of the house, sent her to the dolly hospital and had her repaired & restyled with some lovely new clothes and wig. Miss Betsy … meet Hayley, my irl Doll! This photo is about 20 years old.
Brucey! This is and always will be my favourite doll. Brucey is the first doll I received. I named her after the neighbour’s new baby Bruce … a girl doll with a boy name. I remember being very young … trying to nap in my crib, playing with Brucey and her arms came off … I have this recollection of standing and screaming for my mom to come fix Brucey … now I know we really don’t remember things from an early age but I do remember this … I remember feeling confused when I saw the broken elastic dangling from the end of one of Brucey’s arms …. I remember the sense of relief and comfort I felt when Mom fixed Brucey and gave her back to me …. I almost feel like I am cozying up with her now for a much needed nap. And Brucey’s clothes … all hand knit by my Grandma … I am amazed that they have held up so well over the years ... unlike her feet and hands and a bit of her head which were all chewed on by moi.
The little dolls are all gifts from my grandma … she knit or crocheted all of their outfits … again I am amazed that they have all held up so well.
Dolly …. I remember the day I found a book in the library that told you how to make dolls … I remember sitting on the library floor and just feeling like I was in some sort of wonderland … the dolls were all so beautiful … and I felt so blessed when Mom gave the nod that I could check the book out. And I remember making dolly …. I remember going through the fabric scraps looking for just the right bits of lace and fabric. I remember wrapping the pipecleaner frame with yards of fabric, and carefully knotting the hair onto her head … I was about 6 or 7 when I made Dolly … and she was one of my first real labour’s of love.
Isn’t this little pink doll cute! … I don’t have a name for her but my daughter bought her at a craft fair and gave her to me in my stocking this Christmas … she is a teeny tiny clay doll! Totally adorable!!!
Barbie … sadly I don’t have her anymore, but she was one of the originals … with the short dark brown hair … My Great Aunt was a seamstress and published author on sewing design and techniques. She would give me her left over bits of gorgeous fabrics (she only did the best) … and I remember sitting under the plum tree in the summer sewing these beautiful scrounged pieces of silk into Barbie clothes …
My other Great Aunt and Uncle travelled the world … from almost every stop they brought me a doll. I had the most amazing doll collection … some of them are so fondly remembered … I can almost feel the silk and lace of the doll from France, and the leather and fur from my Eskimo doll … Sadly this collection was lost or stolen somehow during a move … I still miss by babies …
Hayley … my daughter … more than a living doll, the best gift ever … I think I will save the details for this entry till the letter H.