This is my old doll, Mary. I was quite young when my mother bought me and my sister matching dolls with real human hair. She made us girls matching velvet dresses and made little matching dresses for our dolls, too. The dress is long gone, but I still remember it clearly — an early-sixties style in reddish-salmon velvet with a little crocheted lace at the neck.
One of my early life traumas was discovering that our badly behaved dog, Shep, had sneaked up the stairs where he was forbidden to go and chewed on Mary’s foot and the back of her head. Her injuries were quite severe. You can see a tooth mark on her foot in the photo. I never felt the same about dolls after that.
Fast foward to this year. Mary has resurfaced. I decided that she deserved better than to lie around in a cloth tote bag in pieces. So it was off to the doll hospital to get her put back together.
Apparently a lot of other people had the same idea I did, because it takes several months for the doll surgeon to get the job done. I’m currently waiting to see how Mary looks with all her limbs and her hair restyled. I’ll post photos when she comes back from the hospital. I think I’ll spring for a new outfit, too, so she can face the future fully clothed.