Barbie Dolls

When my sis and I were 9 and 10, our granny went to Melbourne to visit his son, our uncle. Before she left, she asked what we would like to have as gifts.

We wanted Barbie dolls.

One of our friends had not 1, not 2, but 3 Barbie dolls at least. At that time, it was indecently luxurious! We used to go to her house, some 2 minutes walk away, just to play with her Barbie dolls. One day, we even persuaded her to lend us the dolls to bring home, on the pretext that we could and would make lovely gowns for them. Once home, we had to fulfill our promise. Problem was, we couldn’t sew on a button, let alone make tiny gowns. But we did the best we could, asked our granny for some leftover fabric, did some cutting and sewing, and came up with a few stuffs resembling gowns, crude notwithstanding. I don’t remember what our little minds were thinking at that time. We even cut open the dolls’ neck at the back, beheaded those dolls, I think, in order to slip the gowns in.

As one could easily guess, we were mortified when we discovered we couldn’t sew back the necks. So, we avoided our friend for weeks, until her mum had a word with ours.

Anyway, coming back to our granny’s visit to Melbourne. She did come back with 2 Barbie dolls, one for each of us. But were we disappointed! Our one and only Barbies are the cowboy ones. One consolation though, our Barbies could wink.

I wonder what happened to them………..

:) Now Kitty and I get to play with Zerlynde's princess Barbies, to our hearts' content...........