Some craft bloggers have their Blythe dolls. Some might remember their Barbies. I remember these. Stephi and Steve Sunshine were hippie barbies. They were shorter than Barbie and Ken and as far as I knew, were married. Stephi had a more realistic figure than Barbie, though she was still blonde and blue eyed. I know they appealed to my mom more than Barbie and her friends, though I had those dolls too.
I really didn't care about any of that. What I loved was that the dolls and every accessory that was made for them, came with craft booklets of things you could make for their home or wardrobe.
I happened on this box at a local doll store before I was pregnant with Glenn. Mint, never opened, for $25. They even had Stephi and Steve, though you can tell by their hair, they aren't in pristine condition - they actually look a lot like mine did after a lot of playing. No Baby Sweets that day. I've improvised with a little doll I bought in Chinatown on a girl scout field trip in 3rd grade. She's more apropriate to our family anyway.
As soon as the box was home, I opened it up. After all those years, that fantastic, new vinyl smell that reminds me of Christmas was still in there. (My mother cringes that I associate the smell of new toys with Christmas more than the smell of cider or pine needles - sorry, mom.)
I got to put all the stickers in place. (Everyone in my family knows, that is MY job.) I assembled all the furniture. And then what. I looked at it a bit, then folded it all back up and put it away.
Until this week - I brought it out again for the girls. I doubt they'll love it the way I did, but I'm sure they'll play along when I insist the kitchen needs a set of curtains and that patio needs some plants in empty thread spool pots.