I used to have a sewing business in my early teen years when the teenage dolls were very popular. My sister and I, and once, one of my cousins, would sew the doll clothes, hold a fashion show, and sell our creations. I recall that the sophisticated refreshments served at our shows were popcorn and koolaid. We got lots of fabric scraps from mother and aunts, and used them to make all kinds of fashion doll clothes. My sister, January, who was more outgoing, was in charge of public relations, and she would go out around the neighborhood with invitations to find potential customers. My brother was taking some sort of printing class in high school, so he printed up little business cards for us. On the day of the show, the little girls would troop in, and we would seat them on the back patio under the patio cover on assorted benches and chairs. Then we would hold the fashion show and the girls would buy the outfits, usually for 25 cents or 50 cents an outfit. We not only stitched up outfits but also knit little sweaters.
It was a lot of work, but we made ourselves some spending money in lean times. I still have all those doll clothes patterns stashed away somewhere. I remember being a stickler for quality, and my cousin, who asked to take part one summer, was annoyed when I rejected her unfinished seams.
I never actually had a fashion doll myself, but my little sister had lots of them so we were well acquainted with them.