{"id":4919,"date":"2014-11-29T21:48:45","date_gmt":"2014-11-29T18:48:45","guid":{"rendered":"The first doll I ever bought, \"Love\" from Hasbro's 1971 line of World of Love dolls. I found her at the Chelsea flea market in New York, in the late 90s when it was still an open air market. I had no idea who she was, she was just laying on the pavement, "},"modified":"2014-11-29T21:48:45","modified_gmt":"2014-11-29T18:48:45","slug":"4919","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/2014\/11\/29\/4919\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

The first doll I ever bought, “Love” from Hasbro’s 1971 line of World of Love dolls. I found her at the Chelsea flea market in New York, in the late 90s when it was still an open air market. I had no idea who she was, she was just laying on the pavement, dirty and beaten up next to other toys and her beautiful, kind face spoke to me. I remember getting in a cab and holding her in my hand, thinking, “this is a person.” She came with me everywhere after that day, traveling all over the world, she tagged along for company. It was only years later that I wondered what her history was and went online with very little to go on. Then I got hooked on studying, researching, discovering, collecting, photographing dolls, which will be both my salvation and my downfall.<\/p>\n

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The first doll I ever bought, “Love” from Hasbro’s 1971 line of World of Love dolls. I found her at the Chelsea flea market in New York, in the late 90s when it was still an open air market. I had no idea who she was, she was just laying on the pavement, dirty and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4919"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4919"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4919\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4923,"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4919\/revisions\/4923"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4919"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4919"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.donteverloveme.com\/diary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4919"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}