One of my long-held dreams has come true! I found and won a 1995 Whitney articulated gymnast doll, one of Stacy friend, on eBay myself.

This freckled marvel has haunted me since childhood. The thing is, when my sister and I only had Barbie, I didn’t know Stacy, Skipper’s little sister, even existed. And then in 1995, our dad bought Ken and this girl. Our parents put us in a cruel dilemma – one of the dolls had to be given to Daddy’s goddaughter, even though we really begged them to keep both. I would never put my daughter in such a situation. Knowing that the husband is more needed in the family, we still chose Ken, and Whitney went to his goddaughter. There was a sad destiny for this doll. Little girls broke her arm and lost it somewhere. Such an attitude towards my dream dolls was like a knife in the heart to me.

To get rid of “childhood psychological trauma,” I promised myself that I would definitely find and buy the same doll for myself. However, I have never seen even regular Stacy dolls in any store in Ukraine, not even talking about the articulated ones.

And so, 14 years later, I fulfilled my promise, which I am very, very happy about. The doll is new, has never been taken out of the box. After 14 years of standing in a straddle position, one of her legs has gone numb. It’s now very difficult to make both legs move equally, but I think I’ll manage. The girl came with a gymnastic log, heart-shaped glasses, and a hairbrush.