I want you to meet Isabelle, my American Girl doll ~
This is how she came to live with me: Our children and grandchildren were all here at Christmas for lunch. When we had finished eating, they put gifts on the table for the Farmer and me. One gift was a rather long box, and thinking it was for the both of us, I told him to open it, but the girls said, "No, this one is for you!" I took the first wrapping off, and there was another layer of Christmas paper; "So it's one of those gifts!" I thought. But under this layer was a box which I immediately recognized and I was so excited and exclaimed, "I know what it is! It's an American Girl doll!' They had pooled their money and bought her for me. I love these kids!
The papers that came with her say she's a dancer, but living on the farm with me will make her a country girl. She'll be dressed in print cotton dresses, trimmed with buttons and rickrack (I never learned to attach lace very well), flannel nightclothes, plaid and denim play clothes;
she'll sleep in a homemade bed with homemade sheets and pillowcase, and patchwork quilts.
I really like her, and I've wanted a doll this size to sew for; now I have plans for all kinds of things. Ahh ~ how much she would have been loved 64 years ago ~ smile~