I have another thrilling post for you gals! Sorry boys, this one may not be for you :P. (Or maybe it is?)
The blonde haired, blue eyed figure.
She came as an athlete, a mother, a sister, a well known driver, pilot, doctor, dentist, hair stylist, housewife, replica of celebrities or collectibles and more if you will….
She was slim.
She was tall.
She had curly hair, straight hair, long hair, thin hair.
She had pink lips.
She had the best fashion.
She ensured happiness to all little girls.
Never letting them down.
Inspired girls to want to look like her.
Hell, adults had surgery to look like her and her boyfriend.
Ahh the boyfriend. Strong, chiseled. Light skin like she.
Blues eyes as she. Either fuzzy brown hair or blonde.
That’s right gals! I am talking about Barbie and Ken!!!!
Mostly Barbie in this post though!
*Ahem* Sorry childhood moment.
I miss my Barbies. I used to play with her all the time. Every weekend before I had any real friends, you could find me home creating stories for Barbies.
Maybe that is where my niche for writing came from. Hmmm….
My older brother even played with me.
It was fun.
I would make them go to college, high school, junior high…it varied upon age. I had a Volkswagen too…I really wanted that! Nothing else mattered for Christmas that day but that car for my dolls. Ahh, I miss it.
Don’t you remember when they only cost $15 to $20?! Not $50 to $60!! That’s why I had sooo many! She was affordable. In 1960 she was only about $5. The jealousy! Lol
By 2000, she dumped Ken. Did the dolls teach girls to rely on a man? Perhaps it did if Barbie wasn’t single for a long time.
I had all sorts of Barbies, Skipper, Theresa, Ken, Stacey, Kelly, and Tommy. Continue reading