A few days ago, I was cleaning my room after my family had finished their vacation here in my city. As I started cleaning, I noticed the amount of dust and cobwebs covering my things. I often wonder how so much dust can accumulate in just a few days, but I suppose I don't need to guess; dirt builds up every day, often without us even realizing it.

I was lucky that the few things I own are wrapped in clear plastic—specifically to keep them dust-free—such as the stuffed animals and other items I like to keep and collect; I noticed that the porcelain dolls my boyfriend gave me had gotten a bit dusty on top, so I decided to give them a thorough cleaning.

My boyfriend gave me these dolls a few months ago; I had mentioned to him how much I loved porcelain dolls, as I had dreamed of owning one since I was a little girl. My family found it quite strange, since these dolls have always been viewed as unconventional—often associated with the occult due to their eerie appearance and long history—and have frequently been used in horror movies to give vintage toys a terrifying vibe.

To my surprise, on that special day, my boyfriend gave them to me in a beautiful box adorned with black flowers—which happen to be my favorite, as they are quite rare. I’m not sure why I admire these dolls so much, but I’ve always liked them. They are medium-sized, and honestly, I don’t know which brand they belong to; my boyfriend bought them from an online shop specializing in antiques and vintage collectibles. The previous owner was selling them at a good price and mentioned that they were part of a collection of over 200 small porcelain dolls, complete with their corresponding accessories.

To be honest, I don't know exactly how much they weigh, but they have a substantial weight—like a standard plastic doll—and measure nearly 25 cm. Interestingly, I realized that each doll represents a specific culture; I have ones representing Chinese, Indian, and African cultures. You can easily tell them apart by their outfits, and the color of the porcelain bodies also distinguishes them.

I took one of them out to sew on its hat or turban, as the stitching was coming undone; the age of the thread has caused it to snap bit by bit, though the fabrics still retain their color. Each one came with its own undergarments—which were a bit worn, but a wash took care of that.

Afterward, I put it back in its place, cleaned the box, and hung it back up where I keep them. To tell the truth, I love them; I’d love to get another one soon, since they are still available for sale. Best regards—I hope you enjoyed seeing my dolls, and I hope to see you all again soon!