Laura wanted me to get out all our old barbie things from when we were girls so that Lily could play with them. Turns out she wasn't all that interested.... but we were. Lots of little things:
Laura's prized possession was this barbie dog. And boy was I ever jealous:
One of Barbie's rocker friends - De-De? you can make her 'dance' by twisting her at the waist, which makes her arms move. Boy does that ever look cool when the fringe on her wristband gets to swaying:
Don't remember what this barbie was called, her cape can be worn around her neck or waist. Mom made the quilt and pillow.
Despite the horrific tragedies that have mangled these girls' limbs, they're still looking as beautiful as ever - another rocker, and suntan Barbie. oops, Barbie, you're showing a little too much suntan.
Rocker Ken still manages to look quite studly on barbie's horse. what would you think if you really came across someone looking like him?! I'm pretty sure Emily is to blame that his mullet is in a ponytail.
Ah, and then there's Michael Jackson. Always crashing Barbie's parties, forgetting to put any pants on. Some things never change....
wait. how did this get in there?! I've been looking all over for my Joey McIntire candy disc. At least us big girls had fun this afternoon. Reminiscing over barbies - there's nothing like it. Good times, good times.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Posted by Jill Brown at 3:08 PM