Friday, November 26, 2010
Nana Comes to Terms With Never Owning a Barbie
When I was a kid I remember really wanting a Barbie. My budget minded mother bought me a cheaper knock off. It was a "Jan" doll. Yeah, my name is Jann, but I still lusted after a real Barbie like my friends had. With my Jan doll I had a little pink metal trunk, complete with tiny plastic hangers, to keep her clothes in. It even had a drawer to hold those miniature plastic shoes and accessories.
I don't think I ever owned a real Barbie. I've made up for it by over-indulging my granddaughters. Much to their father’s dismay, they have naked Barbies all over their house. For some reason Barbie just can't seem to keep her clothes on. Occasionally we find her unclothed in a compromising position with one of the princesses: Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, or Tiana, to name just a few of her conquests. That Barbie gets around.
In my last Bag of Crap from Woot! I got a Brother in Arms figure.
For Thanksgiving we're going to visit the granddaughters and I’m taking the Brother in Arms. I think it's time that Barbie had a manly influence in the house!