For all of my paper dolls, I designed clothes -- piles and piles of paper clothes that I drew, colored, cut out and played with.
The Christmas I was nine, I got a 14" tall doll with moveable arms and legs, and blond hair you could comb and style, a novelty in that day and age. I named her Holly (in honor of her birthday which was Christmas, of course) and I designed clothes for her, too, but since she wasn't a one dimensional paper doll I, not being able to sew, had no way of "producing" these clothes for her. My Aunt Sally, who was a talented seamstress, saw some of my designs one day and questioned me about them. She offered to take my drawings and make them into actual outfits for Holly. I was thrilled! I remember pestering her with phone calls every day asking about the progress. I was so excited!
When I think now about the time and effort Aunt Sally put into those little outfits -- she must have had to make her own patterns -- I realize what a labor of love it was.
I played and played with Holly until her comb-able hair fell out. My mom sent her away to get new hair but instead of just hair replacement, she came back with a whole new head with auburn hair, and she was . . . just not the same. Matter of fact, she wasn't Holly anymore, so I had to rename her Gail.
These are some of the outfits Aunt Sally made from my drawings. What a lucky little girl I was!
This was her Birthday Party dress.
Every doll has to have a Ball Gown.
She even had a warm, woolen coat.
(And, I'll let you in on a little secret, if you promise not to blab it around. When I got Holly/Gail out of her trunk to dress her in these outfits to take the pictures, I found I still like playing with dolls.)