Last week, the guy in the next office stopped me in the hall and with a very serious look on his face said, "I've heard something very disturbing about you." I bite and say, "What is so disturbing?" He says, "You collect dolls?" So we go out to lunch and I explain to him that I both collect and sew clothes for my dolls. He was very distressed, as though there was some fracture in the structure of the universe...
To help him get over it, I brought Honey, one of my rewigged Berenguers, in the following day and Melon, a Gotz doll, the next. Honey was wearing a plaid kilt/yellow cardigan outfit, while Melon was wearing a green and white Inuyasha sailor outfit, both with kneesocks and saddle shoes.
Today I brought in Maddison, the black Gotz doll, wearing a white chiffon communion dress. On Wednesday I will be taking Penny Sue, my rewigged, rebodied and freckled Heidi Ott doll in wearing a gorgeous Chatty Cathy-length white embroidered and scalloped border eyelet communion dress and veil. One of the women in the office specifically asked to see several of them in their communion dresses.
Now, if a 60 year old male can bring dolls to the office, you should not feel ashamed of loving your dolls.
Taffy
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