As I wander the Pattycake Doll Company’s warehouse, checking inventory, unpacking new arrivals, or rearranging the dolls for pick-pack efficiencies, I often hear the dolls whispering to each other, telling each other the tales of their journeys and adventures before coming to our warehouse.
And in one section, we have the dolls that have been returned. Dolls that we can’t sell as new anymore, but that are in good enough condition to be donated to children’s charities and women’s shelters, where despite their minor imperfections, they will soon be ‘loved to pieces’ by their new ‘mommies and daddies.’
I was working near that section recently when I happened to hear the most interesting conversation among the returned dolls. They were discussing their Pet Peeves. I bet you didn’t even know that dolls did had pet peeves – I sure didn’t. But as the true doll lovers that I am sure you are… this is The Doll Blog after all… I thought I would pass along this fascinating information.
One of the first things I learned is that dolls hate to have their eyes poked at! You should have heard them complaining about it. Especially the dolls with sleeping eyes. And I have to agree, I wouldn’t want little kids poking at my eyes or pulling up my eyelids to see if I were awake or asleep either.
A lot of the dolls were also complaining about the little kids picking and plucking at their eyelashes. Even pulling them off! Yikes! How painful must that be?
The next most common pet peeve was being undressed and dragged around the house in their undies. Not only was it embarrassing, but a lot of the dolls had put a lot of thought and effort into their clothes. To have them summarily pulled off and thrown around… quite often lost for good, well. Those dolls just didn’t care for that at all.
Just as embarrassing was having their little mommies redo their make-up, usually with indelible markers or pens… I know that more and more people are accepting of facial tattoos, but the dolls don’t like it. Not one bit.
There were others… being carried around upside down by their ankles, having their hair cut by amateur hairdressers – or worse pulled out altogether, having strange things shoved into their mouths etc.
But the one thing universally agreed upon by all the dolls in the warehouse was being replaced. To be loved for months and then tossed into the bottom of the toy box and forgotten… that makes dolls so sad.
Just thought you should know.