I guess it’s weird to say what I’m about to say and post it in a doll collectors’ blog. Because what I have to say is get off the net and get out in the real world. Okay, Stuart and Luke tell me I’m a dinosaur and I should join the 21st century. But I insist, “Something is missing”. Plenty has been already written about the failure of human connections, of face-to-face conversations, of actual pats on the back, and shared smiles. I certainly agree with that. But in the world of collecting antiques – in our case, specifically dolls and other treasures of childhood past – there is something more that is missing. That missing piece is the great privilege of being in the actual presence of objects that carry their life history, that speak to you, that are the very essence of our history. These dolls that we love are tactile dimensional objects, meant to be touched, held, looked at from all angles, and absorbed into your senses. And I maintain that you just can’t do that from afar. Now I know it’s tough to travel, and it’s expensive and you’d rather put your money into a doll than an airline ticket. I’ve heard it all. But I’ve also heard collectors who come to an auction and say, “Wow I didn’t even notice that doll when I looked online. It’s fabulous!” And I’ve heard the enthusiastic conversation of collectors who meet old friends and make new ones, as they share their love of dolls in a face-to-face conversation. Now I’d love your “real world” connection to be our auctions, but it doesn’t have to be that. Join a doll club, go to a doll show, take a family vacation to a city that also happens to have a doll museum (think Seattle, think Rosalie Whyel’s Museum of Doll Art, for example) and spend some time in that museum. Sure, stay on the internet, but don’t make that your all. Get out there in the real world and see some real dolls.
