04 March 2015


After a period of quiescence, the 11 year old has rediscovered her American Girl dolls. She has been hell bent on building furniture for them, and making bedding, and slavishly following instructions found on YouTube for the creation of eerily realistic doll-sized chocolate chip cookies, and chattering incessantly about wanting a fourth doll.

I, thinking three of them was already too many, said no, absolutely not, I will not buy you a fourth doll.

She, drawing on some hardwired capitalistic tendencies, I know not from where, decided that she wanted to sell two of the dolls. We talked about eBay, and about a local Facebook "garage sale", and she decided to take her chances on eBay - even after I explained about Paypal fees and postage. She took all of the necessary pictures, and wrote most of the copy. I fluffed up her copy (smoke free household!) and posted the two dolls for sale. She watched the auctions like a hawk and was thrilled with the results. I, frankly, was dumbfounded that one doll went for twice what we had paid in 2011, and the other went for about the original price. [One was a "girl of the year", the other was a now retired historical doll.]

Armed, therefore, with a chunk of money in the bank of mom, we headed into NYC the other day, with a friend of hers, to get that new doll.

First, though, we took the subway downtown and went to Economy Candy. I told her and and the friend that they could have $20 and 20 minutes; they were done in 15.

Then we walked up to Katz's Deli, where we didn't send any salamis, but we did have selzer and pastrami and an indulgent waiter who didn't mind when the girls dumped all the candy out onto the table to fondle it.

After lunch, we walked back to the subway, past the end of Sara D. Roosevelt Park, where there was a big sculpture made out of rubber mats. Dryly, my child remarked If I did that, no one would call it art.

Riding uptown on the subway, the two girls worked hard on staying standing without holding on. This is a life skill, people, and children from the suburbs don't get enough practice.

Finally, we got to the American Girl Doll store, where the two girls perversely decided that they weren't buying anything for themselves, it was for their "cousins". Weirdos.

Of course, on the train home, all of the purchases came out of their packages.

The moral of the story? Capitalism is good, especially when it reduces the number of dolls in your house.


Anonymous said...

Capitalism is fantastic. I am so happy that you have a happy capitalist. BTW, does she know there is a doll "concierge" at American Girl. Did I mention I have three nieces that age?


RuthWells said...

God, I wish I could accomplish this with the damn Lego/Bionicle action figure sets. Well done.

catherine said...

Life lessons all around! I loved visiting Economy Candy, too.

slow panic said...

I'm with RuthWells. We have many pounds of Legos in the attic that I can not convince my boys (13 and 16) to get rid of. Or when they do like the idea of selling the Legos they don't have the gumption to do it.

Also, when I first wrote this I wrote "many pounds of legs in the attic" which is much more interesting.

Rima said...

I have a feeling that M's industriousness runs in the family.

And that pic is fantastic! So cute.

Jocelyn said...

Asking for a friend: so it was the retired historical doll (Samantha?) that sold for twice the original price, right? I mean, girl of the year dolls don't do that, yes?

I loved this post and going on this outing with you all. Plus, I loved this: "...I fluffed up her copy (smoke free household!)."