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yuis said…
I think it's so great you can reintroduce yourself to your childhood favorites. How endearing that must be! Are you ever surprised at what you find? I often wonder what I would think and feel if I saw my childhood elephant again. Or perhaps, my Barbie, Tammy or Skipper.
June 26, 2010 at 7:05 AM
Amanda said…
Yes, I am surprised! I bought these not thinking I had ever had them in my childhood, but I kept getting flickers of memory from some of the Skipper outfits, and now I suspect I may have had that set. Sometimes seeing the dolls when they come in the mail is like seeing an old friend, and sometimes I'm surprised, and they look very different to me as an adult. My Ice Capades Barbie is like that for me.
June 26, 2010 at 10:58 AM
yuis said…
I had a Tammy doll as a child. I liked her because she was more realistic to me than Barbie. She had wider hips and waist, smaller bust and flat feet. Yet I was still surprised when I saw her in real life as an adult. I couldn't see the appeal. Yet I was smitten with her as a child.
June 26, 2010 at 12:09 PM
Amanda said…
I have seen the Tammy dolls in Haute Doll-- they are really cute! I have gotten used to the real Ice Capades Barbie versus my memories of her and truly love her, but it is funny how our perspectives alter. I ended up feeling a little chagrined at going to such trouble to have her again, and am glad I didn't go for the NIB $$$ option!
July 4, 2010 at 4:29 PM
yuis said…
I am glad the real Ice Capades Barbie has grown on you and that you love her now. And yes, I agree... it is very odd how our perspectives alter over time. I understand being chagrined, too...
July 4, 2010 at 9:43 PM
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