I have LOVED dolls all my life. Especially Madame Alexander Dolls. (One just can't beat their beautiful faces!) My Daddy encouraged me to take good care of my dolls. At Christmas time every year he'd tell me that if I dressed up my dolls and put them under the tree perhaps Santa would see how much they were loved and cared for and that he just might leave each of them a new outfit. Santa did that every Christmas. I also learned to make beautiful porcelain dolls from a dear friend:
My Momma came from a large family and never got a first hand doll and they were made out of corn husks or rags, so I made her one and dressed him in the blessing outfit of my brother Tim. Momma called him "Adam.".
My Mother-in-law, loves dolls as well. I made her one to look like her only daughter Marilyn. I also made a baby doll for LaNell to look like her first born Dayna. Then my doll making craze came to an end. My Momma gave the doll I made her back to me along with her antique highchair she always kept him in in her formal dining room when she moved to Wisconsin in her 90's. 
My Mother-in-law gave me back the one I made her along with three other dolls (one QP doll that I gave her and two that I had sneaked away from her (while moving them from Hayward to the West Side) taken them to the doll hospital for repairs and then had clothes made in the patterns and material of their day
and then gave back to her one Christmas (she cried she was so happy). She also gave me her doll cabinet.
My hubby and my children have given me dolls over the years as well. I thought my girls would love dolls like I do but only one ended up liking them but only if they were dancers. Several of our "Grand's" love dolls and I've enjoyed watching them with them. 
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