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My Revlon Doll – The Most Beautiful Doll in the World
by Gale Laure
Shoulder-length blond hair . . . deep-set blue eyes . . . pink lips . . . peachy skin . . . shapely legs . . . dangling diamond earrings . . . polished fingernails and toenails . . . and yes, she had boobs! Her dress was a rose-colored brocade with net on the neckline – the see-through kind -with a net sash that tied in the back. Her shoes were black velvet heels.
Before she was mine, I named her Connie. I saw her at Fred Miller’s store when I was a child of about five. It was love at first sight. She was the most beautiful doll I had ever seen. While my mother shopped in the store, I stood and stared at her. I could not take my eyes off her. She had the most perfect, angelic face. Her makeup was perfect. Of course, it should have been. She was a Revlon doll, a special doll, one of Ideal’s Revlon Dolls. It was as if she were looking at me. She was on a wire stand, holding her straight and tall inside an oversized open-faced box. My mother had to pull me away from her when it came time to go. I wanted her with all my heart.
Each week I would go with one of my parents to see her. She seemed to call to me with the imaginative voice of a five-year-old. She was high upon the shelf so I could not touch her or hold her – my perfect, beautiful doll.
The days counted down and Christmas was in the air. My sister and I always made a Christmas list on adding machine paper. I liked having a long roll to write on. At the top of my list was my beautiful doll, Connie.
Christmas morning arrived. Santa always left our Christmas gifts in our formal living room rather than the den. When I walked into the room, the sofa and chairs were covered in toys. I searched for Connie. There she sat in her box upon the cushion of the couch. I beamed. My father helped me pull her off her stand and out of the open-faced box. My hands were shaking and my heart was beating so fast. I took her in my arms. She was heavier than I had thought. Her plastic was solid. My father put Christmas music on the stereo. My father danced with my sister. My mother sat on the couch smiling. I danced with the most beautiful doll in the world – my Connie.
After that day for years when I played with my sister and friends, we always had beauty contests for our dolls. My beautiful Connie stood in line next to the other dolls. She was so beautiful, much more beautiful than any of the other dolls. In my creative five-year-old mind, Connie would smile at me with an assurance that she would win the contest. She always did.
While doing some research for this article, I found my beautiful Revlon doll. What a surprise! Connie is a special collectible doll!
During the writing of this article I realized something. Connie had dark blond hair and beautiful blue eyes just like my mother in my youth. Connie’s shapely legs, pink lips and peachy skin were my mother’s. The beautiful doll that captured my heart all those years ago was my mother. I had never realized that she was so beautiful because she was my mother.
I still have Connie today. She is sitting beside me as I write this article. Her dress has long since worn out. Her beautiful Revlon makeup – as I believed it was – has faded with time. The beautiful shoulder-length blond hairdo is mussed. The beautiful diamond earrings are not as bright. But when I look at her she is still the most beautiful doll in the world to me.
Whether I am five or ninety, she will always hold a special place in my heart, my beautiful Revlon doll – Connie.
Gale Laure, a native Texan, is the international selling author of Evolution of a Sad Woman, a mystery, suspense, thriller and romance novel . She resides in a small suburban town in the Houston area with her husband and family. Laure’s hobbies include genealogical research, movies, creating stories for the children around her, involvement in her church and people watching. She is busy at work editing her second novel, The Bunkhouse, and writing the sequel to Evolution of a Sad Woman. It is entitled Alana – Evolution of a Woman. As mysterious as her book, Laure writes under a pseudonym. Adamant about maintaining her privacy and the privacy of her family, she keeps her identity a mystery!