This is Apricot, another baby, and her rabbit Hopsalot. I lost Apricot’s hat, which is a bummer. Incidentally, Apricot is the only one of the dolls that still has any fragrance left on her. That was one of the big features of the Strawberry Shortcake dolls — they all smelled like their namesakes.
Everyone has a toy that is the most special to them — the object that comes to mind when someone says the word “toy” — and my Strawberry Shortcake dolls are mine. I have fond memories of a lot of my playthings — Barbies, Lego, my Cabbage Patch Kid, Fisher Price toys — but these were the creme de la creme of all of my toys. I played with these constantly. I pined for new dolls. I poured over the little catalogs that came in the boxes. I wanted Strawberry Shortcake clothes and sheets and books and movies. I inserted the word “berry” in conversation more times than I care to admit. In many ways, these toys are a physical manifestation of my childhood. Heady stuff, right?
I love this post! I’m all teary and have that wonderful nostalgic feeling. Strawberry Shortcake dolls were my absolute favorite and we couldn’t afford to buy them. Now I’m almost 40 and thinking this could be my time to have a little collection. Thank you so much for this sweet walk down memory lane, it was special
Anyway, I had one of the Strawberry Shortcake dolls when I was little–it was Lemon Meringue, actually, and it was one of those weird dolls that you can give a bottle and she almost instantly pees out its contents. But she smelled like lemon with an almost-everlasting lemon smell.