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Jan. 31st, 2008 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyAlrighty, let's make this quick. I'm frickin' freezing, but that might be because of the wet hair and the complete and utter lack of heat up here. Mmm. However, rumor has it that tomorrow will warm up considerably. I'm torn between wishing like hell this were true, and hoping it's a big fat lie. I like winter, much as I complain about the cold. I'd much rather be chilly than frying, and since Charleston does not know the meaning of "warm" and instead goes straight to hotter than hell...
Completely different note, someone got me thinking of the American Girl dolls. These have to be the only dolls in the history of ever that I was more into the stuff than the owning as many dolls as I could possibly get my hands on. Maybe because when I first fell, I fell for just one doll, but I wanted to spoil her [okay, me, I wanted to spoil me] rotten, and I loved all sorts of stuff from the various sets. Like, most of Felicity's furniture? I wanted that. Pretty much all of it. I wanted Molly's desk, and Molly's school lunch set because you got ten little paper bags and there was something else, too... her report card, maybe? I dunno. But I also wanted Samantha's desk [so many desks!] and bed [to this day, I still want that damn bed] and Molly's trunk. You'll notice a lack of wanting Kirsten's stuff. I wanted her kitties. I also wanted her but at the time I was doing the majority of my mental plotting, my best friend had her, and quite a lot of her stuff, too, so... if I wanted, I could get the Kirsten stuff out of my system.
Anyway, I eventually managed to get Samantha, probably the last big gift my grandfather ever gave me that he was completely aware of, and that took years of begging. Years. So, in the meantime, I spent at least three days every summer in my parent's room [the only room in that house with fantastic air conditioning] with the newest catalog and a pen, and I would go through and mentally create the most perfect set up ever. I'm still more partial to their stuff than I am to any more of the dolls. Must. Resist. Looking. Because I will either fall in love with the new stuff or scream at what they've done to the stuff I used to love.
Also, Samantha was the only doll I ever attempted to sew for. Yeah, I fail at the art of creating a damn thing in any sort of tangible form. I'm fairly certain the only reason it didn't turn out totally horrible is that my mother would go behind me and fix part of it when I'd fall asleep. Needless to say, Kirsten's nightie that Mumsy made is much, much better.
Crap. I'm being sucked into the vortex. Save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Completely different note, someone got me thinking of the American Girl dolls. These have to be the only dolls in the history of ever that I was more into the stuff than the owning as many dolls as I could possibly get my hands on. Maybe because when I first fell, I fell for just one doll, but I wanted to spoil her [okay, me, I wanted to spoil me] rotten, and I loved all sorts of stuff from the various sets. Like, most of Felicity's furniture? I wanted that. Pretty much all of it. I wanted Molly's desk, and Molly's school lunch set because you got ten little paper bags and there was something else, too... her report card, maybe? I dunno. But I also wanted Samantha's desk [so many desks!] and bed [to this day, I still want that damn bed] and Molly's trunk. You'll notice a lack of wanting Kirsten's stuff. I wanted her kitties. I also wanted her but at the time I was doing the majority of my mental plotting, my best friend had her, and quite a lot of her stuff, too, so... if I wanted, I could get the Kirsten stuff out of my system.
Anyway, I eventually managed to get Samantha, probably the last big gift my grandfather ever gave me that he was completely aware of, and that took years of begging. Years. So, in the meantime, I spent at least three days every summer in my parent's room [the only room in that house with fantastic air conditioning] with the newest catalog and a pen, and I would go through and mentally create the most perfect set up ever. I'm still more partial to their stuff than I am to any more of the dolls. Must. Resist. Looking. Because I will either fall in love with the new stuff or scream at what they've done to the stuff I used to love.
Also, Samantha was the only doll I ever attempted to sew for. Yeah, I fail at the art of creating a damn thing in any sort of tangible form. I'm fairly certain the only reason it didn't turn out totally horrible is that my mother would go behind me and fix part of it when I'd fall asleep. Needless to say, Kirsten's nightie that Mumsy made is much, much better.
Crap. I'm being sucked into the vortex. Save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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Date: 2008-01-31 06:25 pm (UTC)I've heard the Mattel versions are less-nice in terms of quality, but since I've never compared a Pleasant Company doll to Mattel doll, I can't speak with an authority.
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Date: 2008-02-01 12:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-01 12:40 am (UTC)