Okay, I'll put off
Part IV -- walking to the
Disney Store
Part V -- inside the Disney Store
Part VI -- walking to
Mary Poppins
Part VII -- seeing
Mary Poppins
Part VIII --not going to my son's office
Part IX -- eating at The View
Part X -- the RAIN
Part XI -- walking back to the train station
Part XII -- the train ride home
Part XIII -- driving home from the train station
Since you're more interested in Part III, here goes
When last we spoke I wasn't entirely sure I'd be getting an American Girl doll. Look around my house and you'll see that I don't need a lot more stuff. I was looking forward to the thrill of the hunt and finding one at a garage sale or rummage sale or by the side of the road. But as I tried the second version of the "Katie" dress, it was frustrating not having any guide as to where to put the velcro -- the original pattern called for a zipper, but I wanted to modify it. I didn't have a doll to try it on to see where to put the velcro.
It finally dawned on me that
I've been enjoying making the doll clothes, want to make more, so may as well get the body,
I can always sell it if I lose interest,
I didn't have to worry about my husband because he would
never believe I'd pay that much money for a doll (or anything other than a trip to Disney),
visiting my son's office was canceled so I didn't need to feel funny about hauling a big ole doll there.
So doll hunting I went. My first criteria was blue eyes. When my first kidlet was born I didn't care if it was a boy or girl, but wanted him/her to have my beautiful baby blue eyes. Mission accomplished. When my second kidlet was born, a girl might have been nice, but at least he had my beautiful baby blue eyes. Looking for a doll with my beautiful baby blue eyes ruled out a lot of dolls!
None of them had white hair
so on to the next criteria.
I wanted hair that would be relatively manageable. AG sells a lot of hair care stuff, combs, brushes, etc. Seems kind of unfair because I'm thinking combing and brushing the hair does more harm than good, but what do I know. I know what Goldilocks was going through -- some of the hair was too light, some too dark, some too long, some too short, some too curly.
So without further ado, I present my identical twin (before I got old, lumpy, and white haired), Dorrrine. That's right, 3 rs. I don't want her to go through life having people forever spell her name wrong, or ask her if it's one r or two. It's 3. DoRRRine.
. . . and they lived happily ever after. (Hopefully I can still say that tomorrow after she and Ginger meet. I haven't figured out how to liberate her from the box yet, so she and G have been apart.)