I was 7 years the first time I set eyes on an American Girl doll. It was Lindsay's doll, Molly McIntyre. Molly had a cute sweater and skirt combination and a funky little beret. She wore glasses and pigtail braids. Her father was away fighting in WWII. This doll was unlike my baby dolls. This was a big girl doll! A doll with a story! A doll with books! A doll with (dare I say it) accessories! Furniture! Merchandise!
I began reading the American Girl books right away. I sped through Molly McIntyre's 6 books, then Samantha's. Felicity caught my eye, and on to Kirsten Larson. I fell in love with Kirsten, the blond-haired, blue-eyed Swedish girl who felt alone in the world. Over the next few years, I breathlessly awaited the books from Addy, and Josefina too. Apparently there are more now - but they must have been after my little girl days.
I subscribed to the (merchandise) magazine and fell in love with the Kirsten doll! All 18" of her!
I was ten years old before I ever got my doll. My parents were smart people, and unwilling to spend $90 (yes, $90) on a doll. I worked by butt off to pay for that doll. As a 10 year old 80lb girl, I mowed out (rather enormous) lawn all summer to pay for that doll! Oh the joy! She had boots, socks, pantaloons (like boxers, but longer), a dress, apron, and loopy braids that tied up. I was in such a hurry to own my doll that I did not care to save any longer for her accessories (her bonnet and such). I was thrilled to just get my doll.
I started a trend though. My sisters soon after owned their own dolls (via saving and birthday money) - Cate chose a Look-Like-Me doll and Havalah chose Addy.
But very soon after I purchased Kirsten, I felt the need to grow up. Kirsten is still in pretty good condition, mostly because I did not buy her when I was 7. My sister Havalah has brushed Addy's hair so much over the yars that the poor thing is suffering from male-pattern baldness.
But Lainey (a blog reader) informed the world tonight via her facebook status that Samantha, the turn of the 20th century doll is soon to retire.
I am appalled. Granted, Samantha's probably not the most interesting story to read - industrial revolution and child labor - but she's an American Girl doll! Can you really archive a doll? Especially one I grew up with? Do you understand that archiving one of these dolls means that you will soon do the same to mine! And then I will feel OLD!?!?!
Anyways. Tell me:
Did you own an American Girl doll?
Have you bought your daughter an American Girl doll?
Or have you simply been hounded by your daughter for an American Girl doll? (Stay strong Momma, stay strong!)