Here in my office I have put my Dawn dolls on display. Two of the dolls and all the clothes were given me by my sisters for one Christmas. The other Dawn dall is from my frend Jim. He picked her up for less than a dollar and gave her to me as the naked woman. No matter, he knew I had the clothes for her. She is the only Dawn with short hair. The other two have long golden hair.
They share 5 ball gowns, three short dreses and two bathing suits. Obviously, not all the clothes can be worn at one time. Many of them are on the gold dummy forms the clothes came in.
For years they were in a box made of Christmas cards and stitched together with embroidery stiches. My Auntie Ray had gotten the box from a friend. I greatly admired my Auntie Ray. She was beautiful and posessed grace, class and good taste. There is an old slide of me sitting next to her. I was emulating her in every way a 7 year old can. I was sitting like her. I grew up in a blue collar neighborhood where most of the woman wore house dresses, smoked, drank coffee and gossiped. Auntie Ray wore clothes from Marshall Fields and elegant perfume. She loved good food, nice things like china and crystal. She died in my early teens and I still miss her. If she had lived I would thank her for teaching me to appreciate the better things in life.
The Dawn dolls are no longer in that box. They are displayed on the shelf with all their clothes now. The handbags and most of the shoes that came with the gowns also survived. They are lovely. What girl ever out grows her dolls?
