I cannot tell you how much I loved the American Girl Doll catalogue. I FAWNED over each page and accessory. I folded over the corners, took it in the bathroom while I pooped, and even slept with it underneath my pillow. I wanted an American Girl doll more than I wanted world peace, more than my sister, more than a puppy. And you know what? I never got one. NEVER.
Specifically? I wanted Molly. MOLLY, with her adorable braids, her cute glasses, her curious expression, and her flirtation with activism. Molly was ME. I was MOLLY. Without her, I was a nerd without a friend. I was alone in the world.
WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M NOT ALONE ANYMORE:
My mom is seriously the greatest. She not only got me my DREAM PRESENT, but she got almost every accessory. I cried like a little girl when I opened it. She remembered. I know for years my mom has felt guilty about not being able to get me the doll when I was little. I hope she can forgive herself now, because I think the 26 year old me will take much better care of this insanely priced toy than the 10 year old me.
Now onto some real stuff: How do I display her without being weird? Also, how much is too much to spend on her chifforobe/ bed?
This is such a sweet gift. No ideas on how to display her, sorry. Cool of your mama to do this, though. :-)
ReplyDeleteShe's the best. So far, the doll is sitting on the top of my dresser next to my jewelry boxlike I'm a five year old.
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