Anybody seen my Barbies?||Indiana
Back in the early years of 1980, my mom and dad surprised me with a Barbie McDonalds, which was a mini fast food restaurant complete with a service counter, a table, a trash station, small hamburgers, small cups, and small fries. Barbie was always the manager and she was a hard ass: if Ken forgot to take out the trash, or bus the table, he would be punished. I was reminded of my mini McDonaldland a few months ago, when we took a trip to Indiana to visit Joe’s family. While we were there, we spent a day at the Children’s Museum of Indainapolis, a five-story wonderland for small people, and home to Barbieland, a huge exhibit filled with Barbie dolls, a life-size fashion runway and loud techno music. I became nostalgic as Indy played secretary at Barbie’s desk; and as he draped cloth over a life-sized mannequin, I began to wonder what the hell my mom had done with my McDonaldland. Or my collection of Barbie & the Rockers. Or my handsome Ken doll. Or all the tiny pairs of plastic high-heeled shoes. Where had they all gone? On the way out of the museum, Aunt Nancy told the boys to pick out a special souvenir. Indy browsed and decided on Wedding Barbie: an elegant doll in a huge white gown, with mad ring finger bling and a huge bouquet of roses. I tried to hide my disappointment at his choice–it took everything in me to not talk him into choosing Rocker Barbie, who would have been a little more edgy, a little more hard-core and a little more 80′s. Although I have learned to respect the bride, I will never stop looking for all my big haired, guitar-weilding Barbies that were lost along the way….
replaced by a bride.
are you there god? it's me, indy.
the pic of indy in indiana on the barbie phone working for the barbie phone service is spectacular. i remember having interior decorating barbie day with my friend meganT. we took polaroids from *extremely* far away, cut them down to the size of a barbie photo and taped them carefully to the plastic walls. i thought we might be discovered by matel for our genius. which makes me think… if you took a picture of the 80s rocker barbies from far away and cut it down to size you could decorate the wall behind where wedding barbie lives and rock on, knowing the dream of the 80s are alive in portland… just consider it.
i cannot believe that i didn’t think of that one. u a genius, lil reenie. this idea is of a beautiful and brilliant mind.
tiana. if you are reading this: i am sorry i sometimes didn’t do a good job sharing my mcdonalds with you. if i ever find it, i’ll let you take it with you when you go….
wow.
barbi rockers !!
i wanted that set up soooo badly.
instead i chewed on the feets of my ghetto generic brand barbie dolls and used them as digging toys at the beach.
Bitsy has your Barbies. I have McDonaldland. If you are really nice…………………….