The Japanese Doll Festival (Hinamatsuri) or Girls' Day is March 3. That's today. So why am I so late coming to this game? My house is filled with dolls. Every room has at least one doll. Some have many more. I also am the mother to two girls. So why didn't we celebrate Girls' Day? I am sure that I knew about it at least 14 years ago. I have no idea.
But it is never too late to start. And it gives me an excuse to start sharing my dolls. So in celebration of Girls' Day here is a quick picture of a few of the dolls that live here.
From left to right:
My mother's doll, probably around 1935; a plastic baby doll that my parents picked up at a flea market, I think; another doll that my parents found somewhere (It was a tradition for my dad to give me a doll every year for Christmas); my guilty pleasure Blythe doll; Betsy McCall doll, around 1962; Raggedy Ann made for me when I went to college, 1973; black doll was a Christmas gift in 1971; another flea market find; Sister Belle by Mattel...she talked...one of the first...gift in 1961 when I had my tonsils removed; Mimi Kirchner doll bought two years ago.
You have no idea the can of worms I have opened here.
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