Do you play with dolls? I did until just a few years ago. I didn't actually play with them. I did enjoy displaying the fancy ones and changing clothes on my American Girl dolls to match the holidays. I even put "back to school" clothes on them. "Molly," one of the first three American Girl dolls, has a little red school bag that is nearly identical to one I had in the fifties.
When I was young, as you can see in this picture, I was doll crazy. My favorite thing was to line up all my dolls, from largest to smallest on the bed and put all of their clothes at their heads and them change them according to where they were going. They always went to church or to school as that was just about the limit of my world back then. They all had clothes, even cheap little dolls from the five and dime store, because my mom was very clever at making them for me.
As teens, we three girls accumulated a small doll collection. It started with what are called Story Book Dolls. These were about 6" and had pretty dresses. As the name suggests, they depicted stories from fairy tales. We also got small dolls from our trips. My world expanded when my parents took us places. New York City, Pittsburgh, Niagara Falls. So we put our collection in one window of a four-tier set of barristers, rectangle cases with glass fronts.
As soon as my daughter, Dawn, was old enough, I got her Molly and I got Felicity, another American Girl doll. We played together. Again, I just dressed the dolls. Once in a while, I would do a doll voice and pretend to be a doll, but not often.
As Dawn got older, she lost interest in the dolls. This is when I just dressed the two dolls for the holidays. Then, I got to where I didn't want to bother with it. The dolls are now in my cedar chest. I'm the caretaker until Dawn can have a girl of her own to play. It's funny, when I see doll displays in stores, I'm not even tempted. I guess everything has a season, even my fascination with frilly, pretty, little dolls.