Reaping What I Sow: Pink to Black

My daughter was the first grand daughter on both sides of the family. She was showered in pink, and ruffles...all things girly. My husband laughed and said when she was a teen she'd go Goth and everything would turn black. I giggled and said that was okay with me. Last year she announced her favorite color was now blue, and could we not buy her pink. No problem. Last week she spent money she was given for her 11th birthday. She found a new favorite doll:



You can't tell from the picture, but her skin is a light green. She's Frankie Stein, the daughter of Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein. She also bought her:



This is Clawdeen Wolf. Don't you love her little ears? The one Emily bought was a little bit different than this one. Both dolls are awesome, and they have a website with games and activities. We printed out two bookmarks the other day. They have a note on the site that books are coming soon.

You can see it coming can't you? The Goth phase is around the corner, and what did I expect when I'm such a huge fan of all things paranormal? I'm okay with this, as long as she doesn't get a tattoo or radical piercing before she's 18. I'll confess that I wish this style had been around when I was a teenager because I would have been there, and done that:)

~Brenda