Seeing Sassy's comment on my blog got me to thinking about when I first started reading her blog. Yep, I've been a lurker for a long time. Actually, I'll fess up and say that I lurk at a lot of places. Too hesitant to comment often, but I'm working on that, little by little.
Anyway, there was a part of Sassy's site that linked to some stuff from her old site about Barbies. Stories from people who'd owned them or whose daughters had owned them. Yep, I have one of those daughters. I never, EVER wanted Katie to have Barbie dolls. I absolutely despised them, mostly because I thought they made little girls strive for a physical perfection that's just not possible. My ex husband's mother bought Critter her first one. Pissed me off to no end because he knew how I felt about them, he was in the store with her when she bought it, and he let it go on anyway. Of course, once Critter had it, I couldn't very well take it away. He knew that would be the case. However, Critter had her own ideas about what Barbies were good for.
She collected quite a few of them in the next few years. She was about 4 when she got the first one and collected probably about 15 or so of them until about age 9, all from my former mother-in-law or other husband related relatives. In 4th grade they were studying the early days of our country and the immigrants who arrived here. One Saturday Critter was in her room playing. I peeked in and found her making "something special" from a box of odds and ends; scraps of material, string, cardboard, construction paper, plastic beads, etc. It was her catch all box for crafts, and I was constantly replenishing it.
About 2 hours later she came out of her room, laughing and smiling. Her brother was with her and chuckling too. When I asked her what was so funny she said she had something for her teacher. She pulls this Barbie out from behind her back who is wearing a handmade outfit of dress, stockings, "boots", and a scarf. She looks.....financially challenged. LOL I asked Critter who this Barbie is supposed to be. "Indentured Servant Barbie."
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Scream!!! You've been a lurker on my blog??? Shit! I wish you'd have commented... here I was all tickled about finding your blog, and there you were, reading mine all along! LOL and shaking head. Too funny.
Totally loved that Barbie story, btw! The old Barbie section is gone, remanent of my old web site from the mid 90's or so.
Ooops, meant to add, totally love "Indentured Servant Barbie."
One more thing, off blog topic...
Trying to add your site to my Bloglines, but it tells me there's no RSS feed on here. Do you have one, or can you throw the code for it on there?
We still laugh about "Indentured Servant Barbie" around here. It's one of our fondest memories for both of us.
Yep, I've been lurking in lots of places for a long time now. It's hard to comment, Sassy. For a long time, fear controlled everything I said and did, often what I thought as well. I'm slowly moving toward that light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes I even jog. :o)
LOL....this is classic! My daughter had Barbies too, much to my chagrin. She outgrew them as soon as she discovered softball, volleyball, soccer and shopping.
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