It’s true.  

I’m a sucker for American Girl Doll accouterment.  The dolls . . . dresses . . . accessories . . . EVERYTHING!

I am completely aware that everything is overpriced.  It does not escape my notice that, ever since Mattel bought out the original AG company, everything is made in China. I know that I am too OLD to be so enamoured with dolls.

And yet, the spell that the American Girl company has cast over me is eery and, frankly, a bit scary.  I am normally a very rational individual, frugal to a fault.  

But, when I get the large, glossy, darling catalog in the mail, my heart races. As I drive past the AG Bistro and Boutique at the Galleria, my car wants to veer off the closest exit. In fact, when I was in Chicago for three weeks of training preparatory for my relocation to TX, I’m not ashamed to admit that I spent nearly every evening (and a fair sum of money) at the AG store which, at the time, was the only one in the world.

And so, when our guests from out-of-town wanted to go to the AG store over spring break, Ari, Vivi and I were more than willing to accommodate them.

Thankfully, Ariana is a little tight wad and helps reign me in, but we still left with a few trinkets to add to our wonderful collection.

Judy & Laren, thanks for giving us an excuse to go on that FUN outing!