Bye-bye Bratz doll. Hell-o alien doll. Alien doll with hair, that is. And that is where the drama starts.
I LOVE having a teenage daughter. Mine is pretty easy to deal with these days (knock on wood, formica, the computer, and anything else that will keep this going) but she is DEFINITELY not shy when it comes to voicing her opinions.
This is a good thing, for the most part.
Bottom line- She hates this doll with hair. She feels she is less alienesque with the hair.
I can see her point. But I didn't let her opinion sway me too much. I didn't feel as though I had to make a 'stereotypical' alien doll. I left it as is.
Now my girl just looks and shakes her head.
I tried to explain....This one landed on earth and can't find her way back, so she is trying to assimilate. She made a wig and a dress. Heck, she even made a doll, but so far no one will play with her.
She will wait patiently. After all, it may take hundreds of years for her family to send a ship to bring her back home. She may as well make the best of it while she is here, no?
Well, I am off to finish her for real this time and to do the finish work on the Santa gourd and the Scary Snowman gourd. I am having company for dinner this week and would hate to see eleven ladies picking paperclay and wool out of their tea sandwiches. Not very charming!
Until next time, happy decision making.
Theresa
