A dozen years ago American Girl introduced a product line called AG Minis. Similar to unpeopled doll houses these square rooms could be stacked or used singly. Naturally, each square and its dreamy contents were all “sold separately” as they say in Toyland.
While Daughter #2 whiled away hours organizing the Playmobile Victorian dollhouse, Daughter #1 was AG Minis all the way. The furnishings were hip and bright. Unapologetically busy patterns danced across surfaces while fuzzy rugs settled under butterfly chairs.
The Minis squares remain in her room just as she left them when she ventured into the world. The past four years she has experimented more in chemistry labs than doll house rooms. Graduation is just around the corner; it won’t be long until she is again dabbling with furniture arrangements and pattern choices.
Her world has outgrown the space afforded by Minis. Still, I have a feeling that when we pull together her first real place of her own, it will be heavily influenced by the trial and error that took place inside those little white squares a dozen years ago.
For Mama Kat, My favorite part of my child’s bedroom.