This is the last regular post before the Christmas onslaught begins. We didn’t shop last week because of Thanksgiving, and we aren’t shopping now because of the high Covid-19 rates in Colorado. No fears, though, we have quite a few pictures stored up so we can keep writing!
Right before Halloween there was a massive donation of dolls to the thrift store. It must have been quite a collection, but alas, they weren’t the kind of dolls we collect. There was one that I sort of regret not buying, but, hey, I can’t have them all! See if you can guess which one it was!
We actually stopped and gasped when we saw this shelf of dolls:
They were piled two or three high and it was hard to see them all. There were a couple of interesting ones which we pulled out, but most were baby or small child dolls which just doesn’t do it for us.
This pretty señorita was lying on top of the pile:
She is an older composite doll and her face is hand-painted. I just love the spit curl and she has a great expression. People do buy dolls while traveling as souvenirs, so she could have come from Spain or Mexico by her looks and the comb stuck in her hair. She just doesn’t fit into either of our collections, plus, we figured that she was pretty enough that someone else would drag her home. I think that she was gone the next week, so hopefully someone is enjoying that pretty face.
Speaking of dragging, where is a dolly-sized plow when you need one:
She looks pretty scary, and we figured she would terrorize all of our dolls if either of us were crazy enough to buy her. I guess she’s a travel doll, too, but I’m worried about a person who would buy this little lady, bring her home, and then keep her! Maybe her previous owner was a completist, and this was the only doll she could find in whatever Eastern European county she was visiting. I don’t know who is going to want this poor doll. At least she can rule her shelf at the thrift store with an iron fist—who’s going to stop her?
I tried to figure out where this doll came from as the label says it’s a Souv of Tur:
I guess we should have been more careful about how we held the container, but who knew? I’m not sure what to say about this sexually indeterminate doll. We believe that you got to be who you are, so they have a really pretty face, and you can never go wrong wearing hot pink! If anyone knows which Souv of Tur this doll is from, please share. (Kathy here: Going to guess Turkey, as Turin, doesn’t seem plausible.)
This is one dramatic hombre:
He’s a stereotypical Flamenco dancer from the tip of his hat to the heels of his boots. He looks vintage, too, because of the quality of his vest and guitar. But, he is pretty emotive. Just look at him from this angle:
Whoo doggies, that’s a rip-roaring pose! We wondered where his partner was as he surely came as part of a duo.
I think the missing female Flamenco dancer is on this endcap:
On the top shelf, right side, there is a really lacy white dress on a doll looking to the side. I figure she must have be separated from her partner because, who, besides us, knew that they went together. She has a high comb in her hair, and a vivid red shawl with lots of fringe. We frequently rearrange the thrift store shelves to suit us, but we didn’t notice her when passing by. Missed opportunities …
There are two or three more travel dolls on the end cap, too. I’m not sure where they came from. I was thinking Germany, or maybe Switzerland with the dirndl. It’s hard to say. I think the dancers, or the first Spanish doll are much better than these two.
Of course there was a bed doll:
I’m not sure why she merited the case instead of some other doll. It might just be her sheer size. I think she was about two feet wide when you spread her dress out. I don’t put fancy pillows on my bed that have to be taken off each night—a bed doll is right out! I also wouldn’t like her sitting on my headboard staring at me all night, either. Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth! But, what do I know? She was gone the next week so someone wanted her, or she’s a white elephant gift.
We weren’t sure if this was part of the collection, or not:
Why would you dress a snow woman up in a sweater and felt skirt? It’s like Olaf liking warm hugs. They’re nice and all, but not healthy for someone made of snow! While I was looking at this picture, it occurred to me that this is exactly how I would look in a poodle skirt and blouse right now. Next time it snows here, I might go out with a black top hat and scarf, stand in my yard and see if anyone notices. Sheltering at home leads to too much snacking and drinking!
While checking out, we saw the star of the doll collection:
She’s a lovely china fashion doll with what looks like an original mohair wig and maybe dress. We didn’t ask to see her, but she looks French or German. Now, why someone decided to tie her arms together, no one knows. They get up to some weird sh*t at that thrift store from time to time!
As for the doll I slightly regret not buying—it’s the male Flamenco dancer. He’s just so fabulous!
I have a confession to make. I seem to have a new interest, which I need like another hole in my head! It started a couple of years ago with a Sprint television commercial that used this song. I started singing the Narwhal song, randomly, jumping up and down while singing. Then, last spring, while I was at a Walgreens, I saw this Beanie Boo on sale:
And I bought it and put it on my kitchen counter so I could see it every day. I got some side-eye from B.H., but it’s cheaper than therapy, so he didn’t say anything. He probably thought I would get tired of it and give it to my great-niece who collects these stuffed toys. But, no, I kept it and I now sing the Narwhal song to my Beanie Boo.
My neighbor has been strongly encouraging me to put up some Christmas decorations outside. I never decorate before the second week of December, but she has her house done and Christmas tree up by the Friday after Thanksgiving. I was at Target shopping for things I really needed, and innocently wandered through the holiday display. My holiday decorations came together the instant I saw and bought this:
Now I just have to figure out how to make it play the Narwhal song! It’s going to be epic and I can’t wait to see my neighbors trying to figure out if I’ve flipped my wig. I’ll let you know if anyone asks me if I’m okay.
Well, that’s it for this week. I should say that the winner of the purse drawing before Thanksgiving was Susannah and I’ve mailed the purse to her. Goodness knows how long it will take the Post Office to get a purse to the UK, but keep the faith!
Stay safe and follow your health department’s recommendations. It’s a drag, but so is not being able to breathe!