Originally Posted by BowNessMonster
I box them up every so often and rotate&donate.
I will never forget the day I gave away Curly Sue
It was dd's first dolly love; Nana had given her to DD. She was "just" a thrift store dolly, nothin' special (to me anyway
) with annoying felted hair that I could never brush through. She got another dolly for her birthday and I slipped Curly Sue into the outgoing box. When dd noticed, it was utter devastation. "but Mama! I loved
Curly Sue!!!" She still, to this day many years later, sees pics of her 'nursing' Curly Sue and gets sad and asks why I gave her away. The only thing that gives her any comfort is that I told her Curly Sue belongs to a little girl now who had never had a dolly before and it made Curly Sue happy to go and love her.
That right there (!!!) is what I'm afraid of. It's what stalls me in my zealous efforts.
Actually, it happened to me too. . . .
I had an original, cloth-faced, signed Cabbage Patch Doll that my mother bought for me when I was about 8 or 9. I'll never forget the day she took me to pick it up . . . . it's a really sweet memory of my childhood, especially since my mother passed away suddenly three years ago.
Well, lss, my dd was given a plastic-faced Cabbage Patch Doll a few years ago. I had given that one to a friend not long after getting it (we didn't need two) and then, one day, was cleaning up/letting go/packing boxes really fast because I was overwhelmed by the clutter and the decisions, etc., when I hurriedly put the (cloth-faced) doll into one of the boxes without even glancing twice (but all I did was glance) and thinking it was the plastic-faced doll, and forgetting that I'd already passed that one on. Dropped the stuff off at Goodwill and never thought twice. . . . until, three days later, I was washing the dishes. . humming a tune. . . had 5 or 6 dc in my house from friends dc coming over to play (their mamas were working). . . . and then I suddenly realized!!! Felt my heart sink and my stomach lift.
I couldn't just jump in the car b/c I had all these dc over and not enought seatbelts or I might have even considered it! I had to wait until the last child was picked up that day. When I called on the phone, no one spoke English that they could find, and I don't speak Spanish, so I couldn't communicate with them that way.
Unfortunately, by the time I got to the Goodwill at the end of the day, she was long gone. By then, there was an English-speaking manager there. He said, "Oh yeah, I remember that doll. We threw her in the dumpster b/c she had no clothes on -- we can't sell dolls without clothes on, nobody buys them." And the dumpster had already been emptied.
How ironic, I told the guy, b/c even without clothes on, that doll was worth several hundred dollars! (They only sell the CLOTHED dolls for a couple of dollars at this place!)
But, of course, the doll was priceless to me and I would never have sold her or given her away, consciously.
Gives me panic feelings and post-traumatic-stress feelings b/c I have that doll emotionally tied to my mother, and losing both of them. Makes it hard to decide even MORE now that that's happened.
Sorry for the long post. Thanks for reading a chapter of my life.