My mom is Swedish. Born there. Has the accent. Likes socialized medicine. The whole deal. I grew up celebrating Santa Lucia, worshipping at the church of IKEA, and visiting my grandparents in Sundsvall. (We also got to open our presents on Christmas Eve rather than wait til Christmas day–BONUS.) There’s more to the Swedish experience obviously, but let’s face it: I grew up in the suburbs of Chicago.
Anyhoo, after my mother saw our Rosie the Riveter shoot, I asked her for suggestions on what to do next. Along with the Little Mermaid statue in Copenhagen, Denmark (which seemed a bit more than I could set up with my four year old), she suggested we try Pippi Longstocking, which immediately sounded perfect.
The braids–which I thought would be the hard part–turned out to be quite easy to handle. It was the hair color that proved messy.
But my daughter totally owned it in the end and sank into the part pretty much immediately.
I kinda like the old timey finish on this, even though Pippi is obviously best served in full color:
There was drama over bird feather treasures (although pretty much anything this girl finds on the ground is considered “treasure”, despite my efforts to prove otherwise).
I know I shouldn’t, but I really kind of love this one: