|My First Barbie|
|Horse Lovin' Barbie|
Bridget and I were lucky enough to have a play room in our house where we could leave our Barbies and their "houses" out for long periods of time, which allowed us to create never-ending dramatic sagas involving many characters. For instance, Oriental Barbie was always evil and diabolical (which may have been a bit of racial profiling).
|Wedding Day Midge|
|The Heart Family (pre-amputation)|
|Cool Times Barbie|
Bridget and I had tons of Barbies, but I have to mention some of my favorites, mostly based on their fashion sense.
|California Dreams Barbie|
|Perfume Pretty Whitney|
Despite all the fun I had with Barbie, she also once got me a detention when I was in the seventh grade. Before I continue, let me just say that experimenting with cutting a Barbie's hair is never successful. In fact, the results can be downright scary. Once cut, a Barbie's hair will stand straight out from her head at an alarming angle only seen in people who have undergone electroshock therapy or on the Bride of Frankenstein. At a sleepover my friends and I produced a hairdo on a Barbie which looked something like this:
The Barbie, who became known as Choppy, terrified me (which will not surprise anyone who is familiar with my neurotic tendencies). When I opened my locker and Choppy came flying out, I let out a blood-curdling scream that earned me some after school time with my teacher, Miss Herman.
But, even something as terrifying as Choppy could never reduce my love of the world's best toy--Barbie!