Miss M and I rose very early Saturday morning so she could attend a doll hair-styling class at the store. Here's the coolest thing about the class: we got into the American Girl store 45 minutes before it opened to the doll-crazed public. Which, if you're eight, is like, REALLY TOTALLY AWESOME. And even if you're forty-one, is like, REALLY TOTALLY AWESOME. Because there's nothing cooler than a toy store all to yourself, right?
All the cute little girls clutched their dolls while patiently waiting in line to check in.
Then they all took positions at doll hair-styling stations. A cheerful woman stood in the center and directed the girls in the art of American Girl hair-styling.
One girl's mother could not stop herself from calling out extra directions to her daughter. Lots of parents took pictures and applauded when each hairstyle was done. Me, I took a few shots, then tried to make myself scarce.
No pressure here, people, it's just doll hair.
Look at that serious girl. American Girl doll hair is SERIOUS BUSINESS.
Miss M worked hard. My, look at the concentration on that girl's face. (Sidenote: That is not a mannequin behind her.)
After class, we proceeded to breakfast in the cafe. It is FANCY. See?
Speaking of FANCY, let's flash over to the loo.
FANCY, mais non? There are hooks for the dolls in all the stalls. Someone has really thought this thing through.
Back to the cafe, and speaking of thinking things through, there are doll chairs for the dolls. Miss M was inordinately pleased about Felicity having her own seat and teacup.
The waitstaff are helpful, taking pictures and asking girls about their dolls. They're sweet--not icky sweet--just nice. It makes the time there really special.