|Quince Nicole is ready for her big entrance.|
On my third or fourth circuit of the fashion-doll section, I did a little digging toward the back of the clearance items and hit a stash of Quinceñera Nicole, who originally retailed for $25 at TRU and $20 at CVS. When I'd had my in-person encounter with Nicole back in October 2014, I hadn't been impressed with the cartoonish features or the sloppy rooting, and I'd sworn the doll needed to drop in price a lot before I'd reconsider.
I'd say that $10 for the super-premium doll qualifies as "price dropped a lot." So the theme of August is Failed Fashion Doll Month continued as Nicole came home.
|Todo lo que para esto.|
Before deboxing her, though, I checked on the one thing that mattered. Her elbows were visible articulated. What about the knees?
|Pawing under a girl's dress is rude!|
Out she comes. Nicole is leaning against the refrigerator, as she wears high heels and my kitchen counter is about as level as a brick path, one of which she no doubt wobbled her way across to get her quince photos done.
|No longer a little girl!|
I'm leaving her tiara on for the moment, due to fear.
|What, ANOTHER fitting?|
Her hip joints make back-to-front splits a breeze, but side-to-side splits unthinkable. Shoulder movement goes nicely out to the side, though.
|I'm ready for cheerleading squad tryouts!|
|Next, I'll be made to curtsy. Please don't make me curtsy!|
|I can't feel my face when I'm with you... or, really, any time at all.|
|Are your hips a little bigger than mine, Nicole? Or is it an illusion?|
|Dani, I was feeling insecure about my head size after those Barbies...|
but now I think it's okay.
|It took work at the salon to get the bleached streaks placed just so!|
|Yo prefiero un updo.|
Here, Nicole explains the magic of womanhood to her ultra-large-headed young cousins, Vi and Va. As usual, they look terrified.
|And then the bird says to the bee...|
|Let's make popcorn and watch telenovelas!|