On Christmas day 1995, I got two things for Christmas that I remember distinctly: my American doll Kirsten, and the chicken pox. I bet you can guess which I was more thrilled about.
I had wanted an American Doll for so long. I used to flip through the giant magazines that came to our house and long for a doll of my own. My best friend had Felicity, and so I decided I wanted her too. Then a few weeks before Christmas, I changed my mind. I decided it would be cooler to have a different one so that we could switch and play with each other’s dolls if we wanted to. So my mother had to return Felicity and get Kirsten for me, right before Christmas. Thank you, Mom, for being so patient with me as a child!
I have so many fond memories of playing with my dolls, both with my sister and best friend. I also read all of the books, for every single character. And POURED over the American Girl catalogue, even though my grandmother knew a lady who made American doll clothes that were better and cheaper than the ones you could buy from the catalogue.
Anyway, I was sad to realize that Felicity, Kirsten and Samantha (who my sister had) have all been retired and now there are a bunch of new dolls that I didn’t recognize.
And oh my goodness, the things you can do with your doll in that store. I am kicking myself for not taking more pictures. You can bring her to a doll hairdresser. You can sit with her at the café (special seats for the doll) and drink hot chocolate (hopefully the caffeinated drinks are for the parents) and nibble on cookies. You can browse for accessories, like musical instruments, pets, sports equipment, camping supplies, etc.
I have to admit, all of this brought to mind one of my favorite quotes from Modern Family, of course, said by Gloria when Lily’s fancy doll needs to go to the doll hospital:
“You know what a doll is in my village? An apple on a stick!”
Anyway, despite the over-the-topness of it all, it was fun to re-visit a part of my childhood.