Let me start by saying that when the time came for me to pack up my Barbies I was more than a little sad. Allow me to add that even when I was past the point of playing with dolls, I left my Barbies out on shelves in my room arranged in various scenes, one on top of the other (à la mini high rise). Now I must admit that I was, maybe, a little older than I should have been when I dressed each Barbie in her original outfit and packed her carefully in tissue paper.
This month, I am feeling a bit sentimental. It could be because I have been going through boxes from a recent move and continue to stumble upon silly childhood tidbits and holdovers. Or it could be because I have a birthday coming up . . .and you know how THAT goes. So as silly as it is, and as much as I don't really want to admit it, his month is kinda of inspired by Barbie - but not just any Barbie.
I have a very distinct recollection of being taken, by my dad, to the toy department of Mervyn's and being allowed to pick out any Barbie I wanted. In this memory, I am using my own money. The little lady pictured here is the one I chose. Now this story is notable for a few reasons: 1) This particular doll is from 1979-1980, which makes me a little on the young side for things like memories. 2) Similarly, being so young where did I get all this cash? I am sure it was just a handful of change and that my dad pulled a switcharoo with the cashier, but still. 3) Remember Mervyn's? What a funny name. Remember when they had toy departments? 4) Of all the Barbies out there, I chose this one? It makes one wonder. Elizabeths (I guess) do not prefer Blondes. They also seem adverse to pink.
Nostalgia aside, back to March. I guess it's not so much Barbie that inspired me, but the cool Spanish stylings of my very first Barbie. Quiero un vestido that I can castanet in. Whilst wearing a mantilla. ¿Qué piensa usted?
This month, I am feeling a bit sentimental. It could be because I have been going through boxes from a recent move and continue to stumble upon silly childhood tidbits and holdovers. Or it could be because I have a birthday coming up . . .and you know how THAT goes. So as silly as it is, and as much as I don't really want to admit it, his month is kinda of inspired by Barbie - but not just any Barbie.
I have a very distinct recollection of being taken, by my dad, to the toy department of Mervyn's and being allowed to pick out any Barbie I wanted. In this memory, I am using my own money. The little lady pictured here is the one I chose. Now this story is notable for a few reasons: 1) This particular doll is from 1979-1980, which makes me a little on the young side for things like memories. 2) Similarly, being so young where did I get all this cash? I am sure it was just a handful of change and that my dad pulled a switcharoo with the cashier, but still. 3) Remember Mervyn's? What a funny name. Remember when they had toy departments? 4) Of all the Barbies out there, I chose this one? It makes one wonder. Elizabeths (I guess) do not prefer Blondes. They also seem adverse to pink.
Nostalgia aside, back to March. I guess it's not so much Barbie that inspired me, but the cool Spanish stylings of my very first Barbie. Quiero un vestido that I can castanet in. Whilst wearing a mantilla. ¿Qué piensa usted?
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