Doll clothes

Past: Back in 1984, I loved my Cabbage Patch Kids as much as any mother loved her living, breathing babies. But somewhere along the way—about 15 years later—my dolls got left behind in the basement of my first apartment. I didn’t realize it until many years later when I came across a box full of their clothes, and no dolls. Oops. Sorry, kids.

But their clothes were awesome! Many of them handmade by my Grandma Marge back in the day. And many of them made out of polyester fabrics that—chances are—used to be curtains in the 1970s. Alas, I was doll-less. And 33 years old. These doll clothes needed a new home.

Present: I work with a woman who has three adorable girls—six-year-old twins and older daughter who’s nine. I remember that I was nine years old when I hopped aboard the Cabbage Patch wagon—so I thought it would be nifty to pass them along to another nine-year-old and her younger sisters. So, I washed all the clothes to get rid of the stale smell of 20+ years of non-use (except for the faux-fur coat, muff, and hat), folded everything neatly into a shopping bag, and brought them in to work.

As you can see, these doll clothes are having a good life in their new home. Last I heard, the girls were getting their teddy bears in on the dress-up action. Hooray for new homes for old stuff!