Thursday, Friday and Saturday were spent in Fargo doing another three days of sorting, packing and throwing. Tom came from Chicago and it was work work work! Although he did take some furrowed brow time on his laptop to follow the stock market and its horrendous tumble. Friday afternoon he said, "this is unbelievable" - way too many times!! He is a heavy hitter in the market so it was rather a passive comment for someone who took a bashing.
It is a guess of about two more trips and we should have this house deal done. It only took a year. But let's not forget it took fifty-one years to rack up the booty. This trip was momentous in that it was the moving of Barbie and Ken.
I was given my first Barbie in 1961 when mom made a trip to the Mayo Clinic for her back. I requested a Revlon doll, as that what was what the girl across the street had. I was disappointed only for a short time.
Before the dust settled I had a Barbie, Ken, Allen, Midge, a Barbie with wigs, Skipper and her pal, I think, Tracy. (Susan: correct me if I am wrong!) And of course, the Barbie Dream House, Fashion Studio, and Skipper School. It should be noted yours truly had probably the only Tupperware container for some of the gobs a paraphernalia. Check out the photo Judy, you will be happy to know it is still in use.
I have laid the law down: these creatures of my past will not be used for today's toys. I took good care of them and nary a one was given a haircut. Lacy has around twenty-five Barbies, Bratz, and Brittney Spears dolls and just about everyone has some hideous chop job. I have tried to preserve some for her days of old but it has been hard to do. She did get to look at the dolls and all their clothes. She thought there were some pretty strange clothes "back in the olden days." Just wait Lace, your kids will howl over those goofy Bratz with no feet!
3 comments:
That's awesome! You SHOULD save them!
First - I love the picture. Makes me want to grab my Barbie's and come over and play. Second - Skipper's friend was (is) "Scooter." Third - and most importantly. I have been under the impression for over 40 years that both Mary Liz and I gave our Midge dolls a haircut (buzz job) so they could wear all Barbie's fashion wigs. When I was in Fargo this summer and was over at the house we unearthed Mary Liz's Barbies from the dark recesses of that basement only to discover her Midge doll still in "mint" condition - her snazzy "flip" hairdo completely intact. Hmmmm. You have to understand the relationship Mary Liz and I had (starting in 1st grade) to know that I was not an instigator. She talked me into ... a lot.... It is highly unlikely that I took it upon myself to cut my Midge doll's hair without some very pointed prodding from "you know who" convincing me how cool it would be for (my) Midge to be able to wear all those wigs! Yep - and all these years I believed BOTH of us had each restyled Midge for fashion purposes. When I saw her doll after all these year...well, let's just say she is lucky I didn't knock her down, rip it out of her hands and take off running to my car for a quick get away! Viva la Midge!
Gees Susan, we have been friends for 48 years and I'd hate to crash in the "remember this" section of our friendship. I can't imagine convincing you to do that. Let's blame it on Judy. Love,ML
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