(Wholesome) Have you ever cried when opening a new doll?

I'm usually not a happy crier, but when I opened my first doll, I did cry. I had never seen a BJD in person before, and he was so much nicer than I ever imagined and I was just overwhelmed with love for him. I got him about 20 minutes before I had to leave for work, and I seriously considered calling in sick that day! (But I am a responsible person, so I went in anyway and thought about him all day. Gotta make that money to spoil him!)

 

My first dolls I didn't cry, it was more like being in awe after so many years pining for one.

The closest I've come to crying was when I finally got a Volks SD10 Mimi just before Covid. I had wanted her when she was first released, but Volks was a little trickier to order from back in the day. Her box opening brought up a lot of fond memories.

 

I did, for my very first. It was very emotional for me for a number of reasons, and still my most special to this day. I do actually have it up on YouTube. It’s nice to rewatch sometimes, but also kinda hard because of where I was in my life at that time.

 

No, but if I could cry over dolls, it would have been when I received the first version of the custom sculpt my friend made for me. I was at a public parking lot so I had to hold my excitement in, but it's the best I ever felt getting a doll. Another time I felt real joyful was when I got progress pics of a doll outfit I had commissioned and it exceeded all my expectations. I had shelled closer to $500 to the outfit, making it the most expensive one I have ever commissioned, and seeing that it was worth every penny and more felt amazing.

Unrelated story, but I was a very insecure and emotional teenager and ashamed of it (I once cried in 8th grade in the middle of a hallway after spilling chocolate drink on my shirt accidentally, I was REALLY easy to bring to tears). I spent years hardening myself, teaching myself never to react with tears since I did not know better, and now I cannot bring myself to tears even if I force myself to. I couldn't even cry when my cat died, so unlikely I will ever cry over a doll. I do still get tears of laughter very often, though!

 

I teared up pretty fiercely when I opened my SDM Kira! I was really worried I'd get hit with buyer's remorse, that I'd hyped her up too much! But when she peered up at me, even naked and bald, with that sweet, slightly sad face, and I just overflowed with love.

 

I've never cried from joy opening a new doll, but have done the crazy grin while hugging box and jumping up and down.

 

I think it was a mix of sadness and happiness when I finally got my Lati Yellow Lumi and confirmed her legitimacy. She was listed very cheaply on Ebay, almost to the point of the Recast Latis on there being more expensive than what she was. When I talked with the seller she was very nice but couldn't answer some of my questions as while she was the selling the doll, it wasn't her's directly and was apart of an estate sale of another collector. I took the risk and bought her as I had desperately wanted a legitimate Lati of my own but the cost for a new one was so high compared to my living expenses. She arrived to me nude and dirty, and when I finally had her in my hands the emotions hit me. I did start to cry and cuddled her like I was a child all over again. I've always felt a deep sadness in regards to abandoned dolls, and I felt very compelled to restore my new bjd the best I could. I won't ever remove her current faceup as its very much apart of her complicated history, but I have bought her pricey clothes, eyes, and hair.

 

Cry? No, but when my first doll (CP Delf Lishe) arrived, I did dance and laugh and giggle like a mad woman.

 

Once that I recall.
My first BJD was SD Tumnus from 5 Star Doll. I bought him as part of a special promotion and he came with a free 1/3 head. I chose the Edmund head, another SD boy. Well, I hung on to that head with no faceup and no body for over 10 years. I would take him out once in a while to admire his sculpt and wonder what to do with him, but could never decide.
Then finally I had an epiphany and decided he needed to be blond and blue eyed with freckles, like my own dad and his brother, my beloved uncle Ivan. I sent him off to a faceup artist with high hopes and very specific description, but no photos.
When Edmund aka Ivan came back and I removed the bubble wrap, I broke down and cried. He looked just like how I had hoped. The spitting image of my dad and his brother. Now he has a body and is fully dressed and complete and sitting next to his buddy, My beloved Tumnus.
I renamed him Ivan.

 

That is a beautiful and moving story. I almost got weepy reading it.