Dolls in Japan

Someone posted this gorgeous article on DoA last night. I found it so poignant I’m reposting it here.
I find it so strange that my relationship with Japanese dolls & toys is so much deeper than any of the other playthings I’ve obsessed over and since sold.
With Fifi on the way I feel so lucky and privileged. She is like a gift from Heaven, a daughter indeed. The money was an obstacle that had to be overcome.

But that article reminded me that I have a beautiful Japanese doll in storage that belonged to my grandmother that I loved desperately while growing up. My father bought it for her in Tokyo after the Korean war. I will dig her out.