It was a Sunday. Sometime around Easter, probably in 2009... We drove to the store, and purchased a doll. She was from the Springfield collection. American Girl Dolls were something I had known about, but they were not altogether something I knew a lot about. In fact, apart from the fact that I knew they were a branch of dolls, it’s safe to say I knew nothing about them. I purchased my first, and till today, only, 18” doll. I think her name was Emma, but of course I didn’t like that name. What to name her? Esther.
Hi. My name is a name that I’m not revealing on the web... however, I assure you I’m quite non-freaky. I like a variety of things, and one thing happens to be dolls. Preferably the 18” type. This blog is about me and my only doll – Esther. As read from above, she is a Springfield, and I couldn’t love her any more than I already do. She’s so sweet, and quite frankly, may be the reason I gained any reputation on the doll blogging community. Which, do I have a reputation? I dunno, but that’s a question for another time.