How do I even begin this story? I suppose, the beginning.
Does anyone remember the collector's Barbies? You know. The ones you gave your kids at Christmas with a warning "Now, don't open these, they'll be worth something someday." You know. The Barbies Around the World, the Holiday Barbies. Ok. So my mom has been collecting them for 26 YEARS now. I mean, that I know of. One of the oldest ones I can remember her having is the 1987 Holiday Barbie. And the only reason I can remember it is cause I was born that year ;)
So 26 years of collector Barbies. We're talking around 375-ish total. And the creepy porcelain dolls? My Gma LOVED to buy those for my sister and I. Since she passed away in 2005, those were all we really had of her.
Like most people, there was nowhere in our house to store sooo many dolls. And honestly? If they had been displayed, I never would have went into the room ;) So we rented a storage unit.
Not the run of the mill ones, but a fancy-schmancy climate controlled one. And we stored them. It was for a rainy day as mom used to tell us.
With the sanctuary growing, we were talking about selling the Barbies to buy land and build our dream sanctuary. Complete with a "potty room." We've had a lot of time to dream, but let's face it. Being a non-profit (and a small one at that!) doesn't leave a lot of extra cash to just build what we want. So that was our plan.
And then, the worst thing ever happened. SOMEONE STOLE THEM. All of them. Along with around $2500 worth of other things we had in storage. And what's even worse? We thought we were paying for insurance this ENTIRE TIME. But...... they didn't add it on.
At first, the police called us crazy. Then told us that it was someone we knew who had access to a key. Pretty much told my mom, IN FRONT OF ME, that it had to be me or my sister. I was pretty po'd about *that* one.
Then about a month later, we get a letter in the mail. They found out there had been about a dozen more that had been broken into and they had a suspect. So we waited. And waited. And then got the call to go collect what was found.
Now, I go into the PD expecting to find nothing. Because, honestly, that shit was worth some money. And I was right. We did find a few trinkets of ours. But nothing that would help us. Just enough to verify we WEREN'T crazy.
So we're still battling this. We're going to try and get restitution from the guy since we do have proof of what was in storage. As well as verification that he WAS in our storage.
Moral of the story?? Never amass any amount of valuables.