Showing posts with label Paul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul. Show all posts

25.3.07

Hi, Mary! Yes, I do have a Sindy and a Mitzi (a very valuable treasure nowadays, I guess). I think Mitzi was out quite some time before Poppet and Vicki were ready for release. Probably very early in 1968. Here she is:




I am planning to write some comments on the drawings and paintings from the first Sindy catalogues, as well as other Sindy releases, such as paper dolls, etc. They do take a very important part of our imaginary as children of the 1960's!

23.3.07

The right to be different. European.



Vintage Sindy’s are worthless over here in Lisbon: nobody collects modern dolls. Later Sindy’s are not cherished by new buyers: every little girl wants yet another Barbie or, better still, another virtual game.

And that makes me think: why are we, European consumers, so influenced by foreign marks and markets? Why have we, European mothers, abandoned the doll that was once one of our most beloved friends? Why didn't we encourage our daughters to love Sindy like we loved her? Sindy has been constantly in danger of being discontinued because she can't sell as much as multinational fashion dolls? - I don't know. But I do know that when we can find the reason for this we will also be able to explain why so many Portuguese factories are closing. Why so many good and classic European products have disappeared from our stores and from our habits.








Paul and I




The firm representing Pedigree in Lisbon only imported one kind of Paul doll: the rooted-hair one. My first and only Paul was, thus, one of this version. When, in 1968, Sindy's face changed, her hair became longer and she was given a new body, I peremptorily told my mother I would only have good marks at school if I was granted this one wish: a new Sindy, Iike the ones in the downtown shop windows. I got one for my birthday. Paul never seemed to notice the changes his girlfriend had been through.
I, myself, had to wait for long, anxious days before our usual toy shop would guarantee they would have a new shipment of Sindy dolls in time for my eighth birthday party. So they did. I remember entering Kermesse de Paris (this beautiful toy store - Lisbon's oldest and most famous - doesn't exist anymore) and there she was: New Look Sindy with her long blue velvet dress and her crown. I chose the blonde one because my former Sindy had brown hair. That was one of the happiest days of my childhood.