Samantha Rejuvination (Originally Written in April 2014)

I was looking through my drafts and found this. Ha! Oops. No idea if it's done or not. But I'll post what I did!

Unnecessarily Wordy Introduction 
(Totally understandable if you skip to next bolded subtitle)

If one were to ask me at any point in my life which American Girl was my favorite, my answer would be immediate: Samantha. I could tell you it's because of her story (which I love) or her looks (she just has the sweetest face) and this would all be true. However, there is an admitted certain bias I have for her. I got mine for a birthday one year (I believe I was eight or nine) and not only was she one of the few constants for a girl who moved everywhere (I moved back to the states from Japan shortly after getting her and all over since) but she was one of the first indications that my mother felt I was responsible. I understood her price tag was high, understood her hair was not as easily fixed as a Popple's tail or easily replaced like a barbie should I take scissors to it, and understood that if any damage came to her that was not accidental I would face the wrath of Mama's disappointment. (Parental Disappointment has always been more effective than Parental Anger or Parental Grounding.) The point of this paragraph is this: I was also petrified to to anything more than brush her hair and give her hugs.

Flash forward five-thousand years. As previously stated in other threads I'd lost that Samantha in a move and just recently managed to find one in good condition for a price I could justify. (That she came clothed and with another dress was a good deciding factor!) Her arrival must have been fate for I experienced some Personal Issues shortly after and bonding with her has been therapeutic.

Rapunzel Doll: Adventures in Wigging Part 1

So last year some time I decided to do a custom Rapunzel doll. Now, when I say this, I mean I'm not the one who painted her face. Or who will cut her hair. Or...who will make...her clothes... (My skill in clothing lies more toward crochet.)

Still! I am applying her wig! That's something, right?

(Going through, I found pictures of my Samantha. I'll post what I remember about that later.)

Anyway, here's Rapunzel's take on the encounter. This is only part one, because the wig isn't dry yet!