The catalog came,
I didn’t throw it away.
Becca is smitten.
I know it’s a crazy empire of merchandising, but I decided not to fight it. I had my first American Girl doll when I was about nine years old, when it was just a mail-order catalog and not an insane phenomenon. I had the original Molly and Samantha, way back when. Good lord, I even had one of the fancy Samantha dresses for myself, which I wore in a family portrait with my brother and my dad. It is all big poofy sleeves and pink stripes and nine-year-old awkwardness, wrapped in a late-eighties bundle. I am just so grateful that I don’t have the photo in my possession right now.
Regardless, the holidays are coming and I know the grandparents are chomping at the bit for gift ideas. I think I know a certain grandfather who would be positively tickled to get this one for Rebecca. Hey, there are worse things. I’d take this over those awful Bratz dolls any day of the week.
While AG dolls have tons of merch now, I still think they are very sweet and so so so much better than Bratz dolls (they are AWFUL!). I’m due with a little girl any day now and I’m *not so* secretly excited to see her with her first AG doll
Lol, what can you do. Lucy’s asking for Barbies and princesses… and tools, trucks, and trains. At least there’s balance, right?
Initially I was like – how can you spend a $100 on a doll!?! And, then I looked at the piles of Legos around our house and said – fair enough.
Morgan has two (Kanani & a look-alike, Lily) – she loves them dearly and plays with them all the time. She reads the books (even on the dolls she doesn’t have). She builds them “houses” out of cardboard boxes. I’d rather her play with them than video games or be Justin Beaber-crazed (as some girls in her class are). I figure if I can hold on to this innocence for another year, they will be worth.every.penny.