I'm feeling just a trifle bad about a little bit of grousing I did in the comments over at diary of a mom the other day.
Jess had written a post about a lovely experience at the American Girl Bistro in Boston, where they had a waitress who was magnificently ready-to-help about autism-related issues. (If only they'd known to ask her at the beginning of the meal!) The comments were singing the praises of the wholesome sturdy educational American Girl product line, especially in comparison to the likes of Barbie and her physically-impossible ilk.
Rose had just gone Barbie-shopping with some birthday money, and had gotten both a bikini-clad doll and a Barbie swimming pool with lifeguard chair & other accessories on sale for the price of ONE new American Girls outfit. My grouse compared the dolls to cheap junk-food calories (Barbie) vs. pricy organic fresh stuff (AG). Sometimes when you can't afford the latter, you're going to go with the former, and that's just the way it is. Grump, grouse, whine. And pass the ramen noodles.
Well. We got a phone call yesterday from Rose's school.
Weekend before last, her school had held their annual big PTA fundraiser carnival, and we had ponied up $10 for raffle tickets. We were told that we needn't be present to win, but if we did, they'd give us a call within 48 hours. Having heard nothing, we thought, "oh, well."
The call, from the secretary, said, "We were hoping you could find a time to pick up the American Girl stuff you won at the carnival. It's been sitting in the principal's office and he'd like to get it taken care of."
Ooo. American Girl stuff! We've never purchased anything American Girl ourselves, even though it's a (local) Wisconsin company. We'd read almost all of the books from the library, though. And we do have a Molly and a Kirsten and a bunch of clothes & accessories, most of it hand-me-down, an outfit or two came as gifts. I was thinking maybe we'd scored a new outfit or some such in the raffle, and so I walked to school with Rose this morning, Joy in the stroller, thinking to bag up the dolly-clothes and tote them home.
Nuh-uh. Here's what it was:
Molly's Stage and Screen. Plus Theatre Seats.
I had to come back with the car to load up the big box.
These are retired items, might have been "seconds" because some little add-ons were missing, like the stage lights and the popcorn that usually come with. But they're brand-spankin' new. What a gorgeous, generous donation. And what amazing raffle-y luck to win this for Rose!
I think that Rose's Barbies and Only Hearts dollies are going to love performing here, along with their bigger American Girl counterparts.
Maybe someday Joy will be able to do theatre pretend-play too. For now, we'll have to keep her from sitting on the chairs.
But anyway. I retract my whine! Long live American Girls!