So we all know that I am cleaning out and decluttering in anticipation of selling the old homestead and moving. OK, the homestead isn’t old. Yes, I know it isn’t even a homestead. Geesh!
Some things just have to stay. Some things cannot be given away or sold. These are some of those things. I have been going down memory lane and I am dragging you with me whether you like it or not. So put on your big girl panties and deal with it.
Look at this unassuming little trunk. For the last few years it has sat, quietly, in my dining room. What is in it you are asking yourself. You are asking right? Well, it holds part of my childhood. One of my favorite things…..
What? Did you think I was going to say something like Jimmy Hoffa? Yes, I grew up in the Chicago area but…….. well, we had better not go there.
This is just a small smattering of my Barbies. There are a bunch more but these just happen to be my favorites. Oh how I loved them, love them still. Many an hour did I play with them. The bottom of my closet was totally devoted to Barbies. And this was when Barbies were still good, were imagination boosters. They were sturdily made and their legs, arms or heads didn’t come off at the drop of a hat like the current ones do. They could take a bit of swinging from the rafters or flying through the air and landing on the garage roof. You didn’t buy a Barbie that had one specific purpose, they were just “Barbie”. None of this PC business that makes me……..
I am over it now and back on track.
This was my favorite. She is wearing one of the dresses that my Grandma Amsler made for my dolls. More about that later.
This Barbie may not be the loveliest (check out the 60’s era makeup!) but what she had going for her was that she came with a bunch of wigs. Short hair, long hair, blonde, brunette and even red.
She was the victim of an unfortunate dog mauling accident but we don’t like to bring that up to her. She is self conscious about it.
These happen to be assorted clothes for Barbie, the clothes that came with the doll or were purchased. There are some in there that I made myself. And you used to be able to buy Barbie clothes that you could “sew together” by pulling off the sticky backing on the seam allowances and sticking the clothes together.
I made these. Can you tell? And unless Barbie had a very bad case of Ricketts or was perhaps an old time cowboy with bowed legs I am thinking that she didn’t wear these very often. I have gotten better with the sewing machine.
But the mother lode, the top of the heap, the cream of the crop as far as Barbie clothes went were these. These are all the clothes that Grandma Amsler either sewed or knit for Barbie. You can’t tell but this pile is HUGE. Dresses, coats, skirts, blouses. Tons of stuff.
And of course, Barbie needed a man in her life. Now the traditional choice would be Ken.
Wow! Don’t Barbie and Ken look…..look…..look….OK, they look stiff as boards and just not right for each other. Yes Ken is steady and dependable and all that. But why oh why would you want to go out with Ken when you could….
Go out with G.I.Joe!!! Mmmmmm, now he is a hunky piece of plastic let me tell you. And he has joints that move. None of that standing stiffly beside Ken and talking about his mother and his mutual funds.
Joe has that dashing scar that he got defending the country or going into space or something dangerous. He is a bit vague about the actual origin but who the heck cares. And he bears a striking resemblance to Pioneer Woman’s Marlboro Man so who wouldn’t want him. There was really no contest.
Sorry Ken, better luck next time.
Well, I just have to be honest you know.