This post inspired by Ragtag Daily Prompt: Collection
Even though I was a saver, I was not a big collector of stuff when I was a child. I imagine I was far too practical for that. One more thing to find a place for. And my logic may have been…why?
Except for my trolls. When I was 9 or 10, I was given a small rubber troll with bright orange hair. I don’t remember who gave it to me. I was intrigued by its simplicity and ease of transport. Its lack of pretense. Friendly face. Easily styled hair.
And troll (as I simply called it) was supposed to bring me luck. I really liked that part.
Over the next few years, my collection grew. By saving my allowance or from birthday gifts…until I had a semblance of a troll family.
They came without clothing, so my rudimentary attempts at making outfits was confined to cutting up rags and scraps of fabric samples. Using the basting stitch I must have learned in Scouts, I fastened together my idea of troll fashion. And borrowed clothes from the heap of dolls I didn’t play with.
I recently found this vintage(!) collection stashed away in a shoe box. Along with an old Gimbels jewelry box full of accessories I can’t identify anymore.
This photo was taken on the cobbler’s bench from my childhood…which my trolls most likely recognized.