Showing posts with label Shana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shana. Show all posts

Monday, June 5, 2017

Tennille's Story (unidentified brunette Tonner doll)

 
I've lived here with Treesa for quite a while now, yet I've never told her my original factory name. The truth is that I don't want Treesa to ever call me by my factory name. Too many of my memories are tied to that name, and if I ever did hear Treesa use it I can't honestly say how I would react. But I think Treesa understands.

When Treesa first purchased me from the thrift store, her intuition told her that my previous owner may have died. In this age of online auction sites, Tonner dolls do not turn up at second-hand venues every day, and I was not the only Tonner doll on the shelves when Treesa came in. This suggested to Treesa that someone's entire collection had been donated, and that whoever made the donation either wasn't aware how much Tonner dolls are worth or just didn't care. Treesa was right. My previous owner did pass away, and her surviving family did get rid of her entire collection.

I have very fond memories of my previous owner. She was very selective in her collecting, so consequently each of us dolls meant something special to her. She began collecting late in life, but I'll always remember what a vibrant woman she was, even when her health began to decline. For a while she was in and out of the hospital, but when nothing more could be done for her she opted to receive care at home. I like to think that looking at us dolls, neatly arranged on the shelves in her room, gave her some pleasure in her last days.

I don't think my previous owner's family ever really understood her hobby. They indulged her whenever she talked about us dolls, but they always seemed bemused by her enthusiasm for the subject. After she was laid to rest they set to work cleaning out her house for sale. Her possessions were divided among them, and anything that wasn't claimed was either donated or thrown away. I arrived at the thrift store with the rest of my Tonner doll friends, and we were priced and put out for sale.

I was still grieving for my previous owner, so much so that I didn't really give much thought to my own future. Then Treesa came into the store. She carefully picked up each of us one by one, studying our markings and the details of our clothing, looking at us as if she'd never seen a Tonner doll up close before. I discovered later that before that day at the thrift store Treesa had only ever seen pictures of Tonner dolls, and that she'd never actually held one in her hands. I also found out later on that, even at thrift store prices, Treesa couldn't afford to buy all of us, and that she chose me because I seemed in her eyes to be the most versatile. My clothing and hairstyle were simple enough that Treesa felt she could redress me in other outfits someday without feeling guilty that it might lower my monetary value.

At first, Treesa tried to discover my original factory name through online research. However she had very little to go on, since Tonner has manufactured a wide variety of doll lines and I wasn't inclined to point her in the right direction. For some reason the thought of anyone besides my previous owner calling me by my factory name upset me. Treesa eventually decided that I couldn't stay unnamed any longer. After all, she had to call me something. The brand name Tonner made her think of the name Toni, but Treesa didn't think that Toni suited me. However the name Toni made her think of singer Toni Tennille, and so Treesa decided to call me Tennille.

Adjusting to life in Treesa's collection has been difficult, for several reasons. I've had to deal with the loss of my previous owner and my Tonner doll friends of course, but I've also had to adjust to the size discrepancy between me and Treesa's other fashion dolls. As far as I'm aware, Treesa doesn't own any other dolls in my scale. Of Treesa's fashion dolls, the one closest to me in height would probably be Shana, from Hasbro's Jem doll line. But Shana is still noticeably shorter than I am. Despite how welcoming Treesa's other fashion dolls have been, I feel awkward trying to carry on a conversation with them.

Treesa also has a collection of 18 inch dolls, but because of how they're molded 18 inch dolls usually have the physical appearance and the mindset of children. There are certain topics that are just easier, and more appropriate to discuss, with a more mature doll. While it would be nice to have friends in my own scale again, I know that the likelihood of Treesa buying another Tonner doll is quite small, given the high cost. Still she found me at the thrift store. There's no harm in wishing that she'll find another Tonner doll there at a price she can afford.

Tennille

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Shana's Story (Shana Of The Holograms, Hasbro Jem doll line)

 
Ok so writing this...post...was so not my idea. Treesa and Dandelion major tag teamed me. Treesa said...posting...would help me 'adapt to modern technology'. And she said she could use more 'manufacturer diversity' on the...blog. Dandelion just said I'd 'have fun', so not sure what her angle was.  Whatever, time to rock this party. Like Jem said back in the day, "Show Time, Synergy!"
 
Treesa picked me up at a thrift store. Not the big chain store she mostly goes to, it was a smaller store her dad wanted to stop at. I won't lie, this place was a little sketchy. Dusty, disorganized, and there was so much junk crammed into the place the humans could barely walk around. I'd been in storage for a while before I ended up there, so I was most definitely ready for a change of scene. But that said, this place wasn't my idea of primo real estate. I couldn't wait to get out of there.
 
I wasn't exactly in mint condition though. My original outfit was long gone, and there was brown, sticky stuff in my hair. Gross. I couldn't picture any human shelling out good money for me. I figured I was stuck there for sure.
 
So when Treesa bought me and cleaned me up I was beyond pumped. I felt like Cinderella, getting the spa treatment from her fairy godmother. The dish soap 'shampoo' took some of the curl out of my hair, but I can deal. It beats having brown junk in my hair.
 
Treesa did ok picking out my new outfit.
 
 
I'm not used to sporting a skirt this long, but the colors are pretty rad. Treesa said she got the clothes from Etsy. After spending the 80s hanging out with dolls named Aja and Kimber, I thought Etsy was some human who sold Jem doll sized clothes. Turns out, Etsy's a what, not a who. Treesa cleared things up. She told me Etsy's a...website...where humans set up...shops...to sell handmade and vintage stuff. Too bad the...shop...Treesa got my outfit from went out of business. These are some high quality clothes. Treesa snagged a second outfit she'd...favorited...before the...shop...closed.
 
So, that's the 411 on my life. Not much going on right now, but I'm not complaining. After what I went through to get here I could use the vacation.
 
Show's Over, Shana