After lusting after these dolls for months I finally bought one. Her name is BOP and since arriving at the house she has demonstrated a magpie-like tendency for acquiring things that don't belong to her. Heart-shaped sunglasses, a concertina, and several strands of mardi gras beads. The second doll was a gift. Her name is Bokoo and has a haircut very like mine. The third doll, also a gift, came to me during a long illness, and is called Sweet P. Over time she, too, has helped herself to a gold turban, a rosary, and a red-foil Chocolate Kiss brooch. (I think she has some voodoo hoodoo going on.)
Bop is the larger—and bossier—of the three. In fact a friend of mine complains that she has way too many privileges. That may be true but ... there you are.
Sweet P, Bop, and Bokoo