"Go here!" insists a small voice in my head. Whenever I listen to it, I usually find some wonderful doll treasure at an incredible price so I have learned to heed my intuition. On a recent trip to New Orleans it seemed that sometimes other people can hear the call of my intuition too.
My friend and I were on our way to Jean LaFitte nature preserve in Barataria when she suddenly changed lanes and made a left turn into a strip mall where there was a Tuesday Morning store. I would have waited until we were on the way back because I don't like making left turns against traffic but once we got inside, I found an Only Hearts doll and an Everafter High Cerise Hood at bargain prices.
I had just finished paying for them when my friend said she had to visit the ladies' room. I wandered around by the check out counter for a moment and then spotted a basket of merchandise with an interesting-looking doll in it.
"Is this someone's cart?" I asked the clerk. Assured that they were just items waiting to be shelved I pulled out the doll for closer examination.
She turned out to be a J-Doll.
I used my phone to check prices and look up the Toy Box Philosopher's J-Doll review, then I plunked down another $20 for her. When we got back to the house my friend, who does not like dolls, was as intrigued with her well-made clothes and accessories as I was.
I did a little more research on line and found Pullips and Junk's list of all 63 J-Doll Jun Planning released before they went bankrupt. I marveled that the one I got, Miracle Mile, was the one that I would have chosen if I had had all the J-Dolls before me.
I also re-read Muff's J-Doll review giving thanks that my doll was in perfect condition with no broken wrists or staining.
Now she is a sassy 15 year old.
And to think that I would never have found her if my friend hadn't impulsively stopped at Tuesday Morning and then gone to the ladies' room!