This is an interesting thread. The thing is, I suck at words. There are times I'm an absolute wordsmith, but it takes a long time to find the right ones, so that people don't completely misconstrue what I'm saying. Bare with me.
My style? My style. . . Let me see, here. Kind of vintage? Almost nostalgic, but for a time in which I wasn't yet born. Well, that's clear as mud. Sorry about that.
Um. . . Think wooden blocks, rather than plastic. I found a picture of a wooden toybox, without too much paint, that I like. Not every toy should beep, bonk, light up, talk, or actively seek my interaction. There's such a thing as too bright, too loud, too much. Shh! Just. . . Just, shh.
I like stories, and shows that are like storybooks. You know, narrated, with what would be illustrations, if they didn't happen to move. I'm oddly averse to some licensed characters. I like the ones I like, but I'd rather watch them on TV, or have them read to me from a book, as the mood strikes, than have them plastered on my walls, bedding, or clothes, because I don't like being externally directed as to how Little to feel too much.
If it's on tv, and it's not like a moving story, it needs to be tangible. Were Barney close enough, I could hug him. Mr. Rogers, bless him, was alive, and he really was that nice. Lambchop, Charliehorse, and Hushpuppy, required a set, too, and so did the characters on The Secret Life Of Toys. Gosh, I'm so picky, not to mention developmentally all over the place!
Ideally, my clothes would be modest, and more formal than you might think. I'm tiny, but fancy. Skirts might be at, or just above, my knees, but bloomers would always be below them. Uncovered shoulders!? Why?
In a perfect world, Pink. There's lots of pink, and enough yellow and purple to balance it. A mobile would be artwork, made of real, translucent glass and metal, not a battery powered annoyance factory.
I'm the world's biggest scale fanatic, so, if I could, everything would be big.
There's sort of an element of, "How old is she? What am I looking at, here? She's in cloth. That's almost ancient! It pulls on, but it's too thick, and adorable, to be a training pant. It comes open at the sides, but you'd never know it. That's like underwear! I'm confused! What the heck is this thing she's wearing? Who dresses a baby that nicely? Who gives a baby a paci leash that pretty? She's got a paci. That's a bABy, right? Well, isn't that the bottle, with all the things adults hate about washing them, worked out? No, wait. She has a sippy lid, and a straw lid, too. Ah! my brain hurts!"
Everything in my age soup should be allowed, as it happens. Trouble is, there's so much in there, that, I'm not close to people, they won't be able to peg me. Heck, I can't peg me, so that every bit of me is okay.
. Also comfort should always be a priority along with cuteness 
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