I often tease my mother that she never grew up—she still plays with dolls. My mother is a collector and also a doll restoration artist. Years ago she apprenticed to a woman who later retired and sold the business and tools to her. People brought in their broken dolls, modern or antique, and she knew just what to do to fix them–whether it involved restringing, a new wig, gluing in eyes, or adding a new limb.
I remember returning home late at night after a babysitting job or date and feel eyes staring at me from every corner of the house–rather disconcerting, if not down-right frightening. (And don’t even get me started on the boxes of eyes and limbs in the basement!)
In my debut book, The Angel and the Outlaw, two dolls play a part in getting the hero and heroine together. A china doll from 1860 and a paper mache doll from 1850. I am fortunate that my mother happens to have two dolls that fit my story to a “T”, even to the point of a lovely green dress on the French doll which matches a description in my story!
Manufactured dolls of this era were generally paper mache or china or bisque. They had an adult face rather than a baby face. (Dolls with a baby face weren’t available until 1910.) The soft cloth bodies were filled with sawdust, horsehair or cotton. The hairstyles reflected the current styles of the day. Both of these dolls have “flat-top” hairdos that were popular during the Civil War. The heads were often sold by themselves, and a mother would then make the body of the doll and sew the clothes.
The French china doll was popular from 1860 to 1900. It cost approximately one dollar at that time. The head and shoulder plate, along with the hands and feet are china (with painted-on shoes) and the body is made of cloth. This doll has a painted garter on the left leg.
The German-made paper mache doll is older with cracks along the bust line. She has soft leather arms and hands (with separate fingers!) and leather shoes that can be taken off. As sedate as she looks here, she has lovely undergarments so I thought she’d like to show off her fancy corset *g*.
Growing up, the doll I remember playing with the most was a Barbie doll (along with her boyfriend Ken and her younger sister Skipper). Usually, there was a ranch involved because I loved horses and had several Breyer horse figurines. When my sons came along, I remember the craze for Cabbage Patch Kids (which thankfully I never had to stand in line for since my boys were into sports.) I’d love to hear about your favorite doll—now or when you were younger.
If you post today, I’ll enter your name in a drawing for a signed copy of my debut book. And since it is December, I’ll also include a special tree ornament of the lighthouse where my story takes place.
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Thanks to all the great gals at Petticoats and Pistols for having me here. It’s been fun!