I’m not really a doll person. I know, I know. Let me explain.
When I was a little kid, I had baby dolls. They were piled in a crib, which was then put at the back of my closet and never ever played with because I didn’t see the point of babydolls and found them creepy. Changing diapers, even ones only filled with imaginary poo, was never my idea of fun.
When I was slightly older, I had Barbie dolls. I liked them well enough. I sewed for them and made furniture for them, mostly. I had a dollhouse that was the coolest thing ever, and would arrange and re-arrange all of the furniture to get each room perfect. I didn’t really play dolls with friends. They wanted Barbie to go on dates and shop, which I found terribly, terribly boring. But then they didn’t appreciate my kidnapping, murder, and alien invasion storylines either.
I didn’t touch a doll again until after college, and that was Pullip. Pullips didn’t appeal to me as a doll, more as a vehicle through which I can do everything else I like. Pullips combine my interests in customizing, painting, sewing, storytelling, carpentry, interior decorating, photography, web design, and more. I’ve stuck with Pullips for a long time because to get tired of them wouldn’t be getting tired of dolls, it would be getting tired of all those other things.
But! Pullips don’t combine everything I like to do, and not everything I like to that could involve Pullips does involve Pullips. In fact, unless someone went into my workroom, no one who visits would have any idea I liked dolls as there isn’t a single doll-centric thing around the entire house. Madness! So the next few posts I think will be about some of the other things I enjoy…
