I remember when I was a child, I had dolls that I played with everywhere. But thn there was one doll that was more special than others; I would keep it carefully in its box when I wasn’t using it. It was more precious the others. American Girl Doll is like that to my kids. And to me.
When Soph was 7, we got her one American Girl during a trip to New York. Lily wanted one too but she was only 4. Those dolls cost over $100 each. So we only got Lily a small version and promised her she would get her American Girl Doll when she turns 6 or 7.
This was taken in the American Girl shop on 5th Avenue in New York in 2010. Just being in this multi-storey store was an experience. It had a historical display, beauty salon (for dolls), and a cafe that you have to book in advance. It is a crazy doll world.
Three years later, while we were in Toronto last Spring, she finally got her own doll. But instead of American Girl, we ordered one from Maplelea Girls, a similar doll concept but Canadian. So it had more relevance to her. Her doll is named Alexi and she lives in Cabbagetown, Toronto – one of favourite districts downtown.
The girls wanted new outfits for their dolls. The ones in American Girl and Maplelea cost like real girls’ clothes. So we wouldn’t have any of that. No way. Luckily we found a great substitute in Target in their own line called Our Generation.
Lily had to have this lovely party whirl dress is now on sale for $13.99 at Target. My sister gave it as a gift.
Stella doesn’t have any of these yet. She knows she has to wait a bit before she gets one. It’s not really an issue. Besides, she’s not really into big girl dolls yet. She loves baby dolls. Target has their own doll for a fraction of the cost of American or Canadian dolls. I considered getting her this cheaper version now. But since Lily waited patiently, I figured there’s some value in this waiting thing.
This is just a small part of our daughters’ world. There are smaller toys like My Little Pony and Littlest Pet Shop. It’s a crazy toy world. Sometimes I think it’s more for me than for them.
What’s it like for those of you with young kids?