The power of cute!

[mayhap]

Oh my God, people!

You know those American Girls books, and they were cute and stuff and so you read them when you were, like, nine. and you sent away for the catalogue and spent hours poring over over Samantha's petit fours and Kirsten's Saint Lucia dress and and Felicity's pet lamb and you made up five hundred thousand wishlists and no one ever bought you so much as a hairbrush? I never even had a Barbie doll and I never even wanted a Barbie doll, because I had Legos, but by God I wanted all those little dresses and desks and books and dolls (because dolls have to have dolls!) and everything.

I dragged satyadasa to the American Girl Place in Manhattan when it opened and he was either strangely fascinated by the plethora of miniaturized paraphernalia (which exponentially increased with the creation of the modern American Girls to go with the historical ones, since they can do everything ever, like tapdance and climb mountains) or doing a really good job of humoring me. More recently, I got to help set up the American Girl doll display we have at our library, which is very popular with pretty much everybody, especially now that we have Kaya, who has five times as much loot as all the other dolls with her tipi and her horse and her wolf and and her fur rugs and her her campfire on top of her dresses and doll and food and the other usual stuff. Naturally, I reminded my mother of the angst and woe and deprivation I suffered during my childhood. Because, you know. That is what you do.

So this morning she comes home with
. Who are just so gosh-darned cute that I am powerless to resist brushing their hair and and hugging them and squeezing them and calling them George. (Notice approximately one-third of my BSC collection in the background there, to complete the whole actually-I-am-eight effect.)

Somebody send help! Airdrop tennis players if you have to!

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[belmanoir.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, yes. I remember I convinced my sister to ask for one on the theory that my parents would be more likely to give her one than me (in retrospect, I'm not sure why I thought this, probably because I was a suspicious, distrustful child, and also because she asked for stuff a lot less frequently than me). They said no, it was too expensive and we had lots of dolls (true). I think we had a bunch of the books, though, but maybe we read them from the library. I can't even remember which one was my favorite, I liked them all. Out of curiosity, did they ever introduce a Jewish girl?

But I always, always, even in the height of my desperate desire, thought the story on the back of the catalogue was the most melodramatic cheesy thing I'd ever seen.

[mayhap]

But I always, always, even in the height of my desperate desire, thought the story on the back of the catalogue was the most melodramatic cheesy thing I'd ever seen.

This is so very, very true. It was that bad.

As far as I know, there are still no Jewish American Girls.

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, there is ONE Jewish American Girl Doll. Her name was Lindsey and she was limited edition. Unfortunately, she was only available for a year! She even had a menorah and star of david necklace and everything! You can still buy the menorah set on the American girl site.

[mayhap]

Oh, cool! Sucks that it was only for a year, though. I had no idea that there even were such things as limited edition American Girl dolls, which just goes to show how with it I am.