You would not believe how hardcore I used to be with American Girl. My Grandma Marcia was my most loyal supporter--going as far as escorting me along with my great-uncle and great-aunt to American Girl Place in Chicago for my tenth birthday. Side note: Yes, my family is as cool as they seem.
My first doll, the beginning of it all, was none other than a resourceful girl of the Great Depression, Kit Kittredge. She was clever, adventurous, creative, and optimistic. I remember secretly writing issues of 'newspapers' in my journal to recollect my day because of course Kit had her own homemade newspaper. Go figure.
One other thing can't be dismissed--she totally rocked the thrifty Oh I just crafted this sundress out of a flour sack look. Looking at her wasn't a depression at all.
KIT dress, Mod Cloth shoes, Marc Jacobs
(While browsing through Mod Cloth I discovered this dress and immediately thought Kit! My mind works this way. Pretty crazy, right?)
1 comment:
You are so right! I'm sure her outfit is much less expensive than the one you found!
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