Hot Looks Elkie and Mimi

Childhood dolls, I can't wait to see Elkie again and Mimi for the first time.

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yuis said…

Are hot looks by Mattel? I used to have one that I had gotten from the thrift store. I think I gave it to my sister and I don't know which one she was. She didn't come with a label. She was very well-made though.

July 18, 2010 at 6:37 PM

Amanda said…

Yes, they are by Mattel! That is so neat that you found one at the thrift store. I would have been thrilled. I only had Elkie as a child. She's the one with light brown hair. I now also have Mimi with blonde hair and Stacey with black hair. There is also a black doll, ZiZi, but I haven't found her at a good price yet. She comes in the cutest African-inspired outfit. A few months ago I found a listing with all four of them at a low price. I so wish I had bidded.

July 18, 2010 at 7:07 PM

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