Recently,
although I’ve been in denial, I realized I have an addiction. Not only am I
embarrassed to admit it, it’s costing me a lot of money. But the time has come,
I’ve decided, to try to be strong, go through withdrawal and kick the habit.
I’m
talking about playing with paper dolls.
I
guess I’ve always been addicted to them. When I was a kid, I’d draw paper dolls
on scraps of cardboard, then spend hours designing paper fashions for them.
After that, I’d spend another hour or two cutting them out. And whenever I managed to get extra money
for my birthday or Christmas, I’d head straight to the nearest store that sold
paper dolls and stock up on the professionally made ones.
When
I became an adult, however, I switched over to Barbie coloring books, mainly
because I was too lazy to cut out paper-doll clothes.
But
about four months ago, as I was browsing in one of the Job Lot stores, I
happened to see something called the Fashion Angels stylist kit that caught my
eye. My heart actually began to race as I examined it more closely. It
contained 20 paper “models” and 700 peel-and-stick fashions and accessories to
stick on them. It featured everything from swimsuits, jeans, gowns and coats to
earrings, purses and hats. And the best part was there was no cutting involved
– just peeling and sticking. I practically left skid marks rushing up to the
register to purchase the kit, which was $10.
When
I got home and looked over the paper dolls and their fashions, I felt
overwhelmed. There were too many choices. The first model, a blonde in only a
bra and panties, stood there staring at me with her paper face, waiting for me
to dress her. But I couldn’t make a decision. Did I want her to wear a skirt?
Boots? Fishnet stockings? Hoop earrings
or dangling ones? I was a wreck.
And
once I did decide, there was no turning back. Unlike the paper dolls I’d had as
a kid, these clothes couldn’t be used over again. Once I stuck the
peel-and-stick fashions on the models, they couldn’t be unpeeled. They were
there for life.
I
soon learned that accuracy was a necessity. When I tried to put leggings on the
first paper doll, my aim was a little off, so one side of her bare leg and hip
were sticking out. I tried to peel off the leggings to reposition them, but
tore the entire leg off the model. I was so upset, you’d think I’d just
amputated a real leg. After all, I’d wasted a precious paper doll. I had only
19 left.
I
got so involved in dressing the little paper models, I ended up finishing the
entire kit in one sitting. Even worse,
I had at least 10 fashions and 15 pieces of jewelry left over. What kind of
sadist, I wondered, would make a kit with enough clothing to dress 30 paper
dolls, but give you only 20? So the
next day I headed back to Job Lot to buy more kits.
They
were sold out.
Desperate,
I headed over to Toys R Us. There, I
felt the full impact of my addiction. Not only did they have the Fashion Angels
kit, they also had a Project Runway kit and a Barbie kit. I could feel
adrenaline pumping through my veins as I stood there gazing glassy-eyed them,
trying to decide which one to buy. I ended up buying all three – for a total
of $44.
Then
I spent the next week peeling and sticking fashions for hours. And to my utter
delight, one of the kits had a mistake in it. It contained 30 paper dolls
instead of only 20! I couldn’t believe
my good fortune.
THE ORIGINAL DOLL & SOME OF MY CREATIONS! |
My
world became a sea of paper clothing – tiny plaid mini-skirts, knee-high boots
with silver buckles; halter tops, jeans with holes in the knees, denim jackets,
slinky evening gowns. I did so much peeling and sticking, I wore down my
fingernails to nubs.
And
when those kits were finished, I returned to Toys R Us and bought more…and then
more after that.
Every
time I bought a new batch, the clerk would say, “Would you like a gift receipt
for these?” probably because she thought I was buying them for my non-existent
grandchild.
Embarrassed,
I’d always smile and say something like, “Yes, you know how fussy nine-year-olds
can be nowadays!”
I
hate to say it, but as long as Toys R Us kept restocking the fashion kits, I
kept buying them, until I had amassed about 20 of each. After a while, however,
seeing the same old fashions over and over again began to get boring, so I had
to get creative. If there was a jumpsuit, I’d cut it in half and use the top
for a blouse and the bottom for pants on another outfit. I did the same with
dresses, and mixed and matched the pieces. I even cut up the little bracelets
and turned them into earrings, and hacked the heels off high heels and
transformed them into flats.
Finally,
I received my debit-card statement from the bank and saw all of the purchases
I’d made at Toys R Us. I hadn’t
realized, not until I saw the list (which was about the length of a roll of
toilet paper), just how obsessed I’d become with peeling and sticking
fashions. I knew I had to quit cold
turkey, before I ended up having to beg for food on street corners.
Everything
went fine until a few days ago when I was in Job Lot in Concord. There, in the
toy department, were three sets of the Fashion Angels staring at me, calling to
me. And they cost $3 less each than at Toys R Us.
I
bought all three, then asked the clerk if there were any more out back.
I’m
thinking I probably should go online and look for a support group for
paper-doll addicts…or the only clothes I’ll be able to afford for myself will
be made out of paper.
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