Keeping Childhood Friends
So, this post is a little different than the first few of custom American Girls (though you can say hello to Sorcha on the left side of the photo) and a little more of a piece of my story.
Why I collect dolls. And why I cling to my childhood vinyl and plush friends into adulthood.
To put it simply? Kids can be fair weather friends. Dolls and plushies are always there with lots of love and cuddles, ready for play time even if all your friends are too busy for you.
My best friend was as loyal as her mother allowed and we spent the majority of our childhoods together, yes. But most of my other friends? I was a second thought, the go to when everyone else was busy. Or the one who got hung out with when their parents needed a break, so they called my mom or invited me over to make use of my skill for keeping my fellow kids out of trouble.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved the handful of vaguely younger friends I accrued playing mother’s helper - but I was always aware that their parents let me spend 3-4 nights in a row with them because I was the “safe” friend who could be counted on to act my age and look after the younger kids. Be a good example, so to say. I was also aware of the friends who were only my playmates when their parents shunted them onto my mother.
So, on the days when I didn’t have my best friend and I hadn’t been called on to babysit or befriend someone via my mother, I would find myself feeling very alone. Not lonely, per say, just alone. So, I would tumble into my imagination, games and stories with my toys.
My dolls and plush friends became some of the closest and best friends I would ever have. When I wanted to play, they were never busy. When I wanted to cuddle, they never resisted me. When I talked, they always listened and never tried to shut me down or shut me up. When I wanted to read, they were content to snuggle up in bed beside me. I came to love my time with my dolls and plushies. I came to treasure the hours spent making up stories, styling and tending to my toy friends.
And now as a (slightly dysfunctional) adult, I find it a comfort when life gets hard to bring out a few dolls and do their hair, change their clothes, make things for them, take photos and make up stories. It releases the stress of the day when I can sit down with my dolls and “play” for a little while. Putting together my latest custom, opening up a new addition, repairing an old friend. It’s all just relaxing for me.
Some people question why I choose to spend my time this way. Why I take my dolls out of their packages and play with them instead of saving them to increase their value. My answer is this: Why do you play video games, draw things, go fishing, watch TV, whatever your hobby of choice is? Because it’s fun, relaxing, comforting, familiar, exciting. Because it’s the thing that makes you smile and helps you wind down and find yourself under the shell you wear for the world. That’s why I spend my free time with my dolls. And why I will always treasure the childhood friends who still sit with the rest of my collection.
There you have it...the heart and soul of my doll collection is that I love my loyal plastic friends, I enjoy spending time with them and they help me cope when life gets too hard to handle.












