I don't understand dolls. I don't know what to do with them. Never have.
As a kid, I'd watch and wonder as my sisters would ask for and receive dolls for Christmas or a birthday. It just didn't make any sense to me. I figured something must be wrong with me as television advertised dolls all the time.
Oh, I understood those green Army men, even GI Joe's, I could play with and be entertained for hours. But around girl dolls, I was clueless.
I decided to try and fix myself. Around 9 I asked for a Mrs. Beesley doll, you know, the one that Jodi had from the tv show "Family Affair. I carried her around. Took her to bed with me but for the most part, I'd set her on the floor across from me and just stared at her.
I think I expected something magical to happen or for Mrs. Beesley to tell me her worth or what I should do with her. I was perplexed, stymied and at a loss.
Maybe I asked for the wrong doll. Maybe I needed a Barbie or a baby doll. Something just wasn't right. I wasn't like other girls. I went back to playing with my brother's Army guys. Them I understood...
I think one reason this topic has come up is because I'm enamored with the new Barbie Frida Kahlo doll. I want one! I am a big fan of Frida the artist, her colors, fashion and her life.
I'm sure if I gave in to my childish whims, I'd buy a Frida and she'd sit in her box and we'd have a series of stare downs. I'm not sure she'd make it out of the box or maybe she would and then sit stoically on my shelf. I'm not sure I'd do anything more than that...but maybe it'd be a start. Maybe it's okay to have a doll just to admire.
Thinking about it...
As a kid, I'd watch and wonder as my sisters would ask for and receive dolls for Christmas or a birthday. It just didn't make any sense to me. I figured something must be wrong with me as television advertised dolls all the time.
Oh, I understood those green Army men, even GI Joe's, I could play with and be entertained for hours. But around girl dolls, I was clueless.
I decided to try and fix myself. Around 9 I asked for a Mrs. Beesley doll, you know, the one that Jodi had from the tv show "Family Affair. I carried her around. Took her to bed with me but for the most part, I'd set her on the floor across from me and just stared at her.
I think I expected something magical to happen or for Mrs. Beesley to tell me her worth or what I should do with her. I was perplexed, stymied and at a loss.
Maybe I asked for the wrong doll. Maybe I needed a Barbie or a baby doll. Something just wasn't right. I wasn't like other girls. I went back to playing with my brother's Army guys. Them I understood...
I think one reason this topic has come up is because I'm enamored with the new Barbie Frida Kahlo doll. I want one! I am a big fan of Frida the artist, her colors, fashion and her life.
I'm sure if I gave in to my childish whims, I'd buy a Frida and she'd sit in her box and we'd have a series of stare downs. I'm not sure she'd make it out of the box or maybe she would and then sit stoically on my shelf. I'm not sure I'd do anything more than that...but maybe it'd be a start. Maybe it's okay to have a doll just to admire.
Thinking about it...
