When I was three, I was asked what I would like Santa to bring me for Christmas. I answered, ‘I don’t know?’ I mean, who was this Santa person and why was he giving me a present? ‘Would you like some teenage dolls?’ was the follow up question. Sure, why not? I had no idea what they were either.
On Christmas morning I sat under the Christmas tree and opened the presents Santa had left and there they were, four cheap teenage fashion dolls, some clothes and a little plastic hanging rack with tiny coat hangers to hang them on. I was rapt, they were the best thing I had ever seen. I sat for hours, dressing and re-dressing those dolls, brushing their hair and playing out stories and adventures.
I soon commandeered my sister’s dolls too. She was much older than me and never played with them, so I figured I might as well. My brother’s girlfriend and her sister (again much older) also handed down their dolls to me and now I had quite a little collection which I carried around with me in a little school case.
Then I saw the ad on TV. It was a doll called Barbie, Busy Barbie in fact, and her hands opened and closed so she could hold things. Now I made the most of this Santa guy, writing and asking him to bring me this doll. Sure enough, she appeared under the Christmas tree and that was only the start. Every Christmas I would ask for more dolls and I would scrimp and save every cent of my pocket money to buy dolls, fashions and their accessories.
Of course, once I was in high school, I was too cool for dolls and the huge collection of furniture and dolls laid out on the floor of my brother’s old bedroom were carefully packed away to make room for a stereo and record collection.
I had been out of school and working for quite a long time, when I came across a doll in a toy shop: Stacie, Barbie’s little sister. Since when did Barbie have a sister besides Skipper? Intrigued, I bought her, and then of course had the yearning to reacquaint myself with all my old dolls. Out of storage they came, and I discovered that there were doll collecting clubs. I joined one, my dolls got a display cupboard and the collecting began in earnest.
I have all sorts of dolls twelve inches and under (including those original four), my collection is quite eclectic. I used to have a webpage, back in the early days of the internet which was mainly identification and information. I have written articles for club newsletters, magazines and websites, and have even written a book on the Little Tuppence doll. I feel it’s time to indulge my passion for dolls again, this time with a blog. I will try and post regularly, though it may take a little while to get going. I’ll be writing about all sorts of Teenage Fashion dolls, vintage and new and I hope you’ll enjoy seeing my dolls and hearing my stories.
To start, let me introduce you to the doll in my logo. Her name is Jenjoy and she’s a Makie, a 3D printed doll that is supposed to look (vaguely) like me. As far as I know, the company that produced her is no longer in business, but when it was, a visit to the My Makie website gave you the opportunity to customise the doll’s face, before it would be printed and sent out. The dolls are quite poseable and quite durable too, so I hope they’re back in business soon.
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