Me and my pals Felicity, Kirsten, Samantha & Molly
I recently read How Much Is An Original American Girl Doll Worth? Molly, RIP=$$$ on Buzzfeed. A big dose of nostalgia. I wanted to sell Molly a few years ago... good thing I waited? I actually don't know if I can part. I feel kind of bad.
Felicity was the queen bee of my collection, my first and favorite. I was extremely fortunate to have a few. My mom was just as much into collecting them as me... she persistently asked if I wanted Molly and I always said no. Well, she had already bought her. I didn't really play with mine beyond dressing them up. I didn't like my friends touching them for fear they would ruin their hair or (gasp) mix up clothing between dolls. Someone combed out Felicity's curls and I flipped. This wouldn't shock my adulthood friends.... the OCD tendencies still exist. I did eventually get a "Make Your Own" even though I was a little old for it. I wanted the cheerleading uniform.
You grew up to have an affinity for lovely things, a possibly inflated sense of your own uniqueness, a teensy hint of self-righteousness (remember how she refused tea when they raised the tea tax? "Thank you, I shall take no tea!"), and a latent familiarity with Colonial Williamsburg.
Yup... that's me.
I love guessing which doll someone had. High probability you're a "Samantha." Please share!