Today’s entry is going to be a bit
shorter than my standard ones. I’m currently packing all my belongings
as well as my daughters’ and husband’s. That’s lots and lots of boxes to
be filled. Me and my family are moving to a new house and so are the
dolls, naturally! I didn’t plan to write this entry, but as I took them
out to pack them, the ladies and my two gentlemen still on their stands
with their boxes piling behind them, I couldn’t just help myself, I had
to take some pictures!
So here they are, without any particular
order just standing on my coffee table all smiling and lovely! Soon I
hope to get them an appropriate accommodation in a form of a glass
cabinet so they don’t get dusty. At the moment, they’re all craped
occupying two shelves in my closet, that is usually closed of course,
but from time to time, I just slide the door open to admire them. Aren’t
they lovely? They sure deserve to be displayed properly.
Moving houses is a good opportunity to
sort stuff that accumulates over the years and to get rid of those that
take up much of one’s living space just because they may come in handy
at some point in the future. This also applies to some old boxes I
haven’t opened in the last 5 years. And in one of those, I found a very
old photograph. I guess it was taken in 1992 as the dolls that are in it
would indicate.
The photo shows some gifts that my US
family sent me once. They had that weird thing about taking pictures of
the stuff they bought for me just before packing and sending them. Odd,
but at least I have that one souvenir, a past promise of some very happy
moments when I’d get my new dolls and all the accessories for them. I
got such a parcel twice a year tops, but I always waited for it,
longing… My family would always inform me of the parcel progress – first
that they were going to go shopping, then when they bought everything –
never revealing any particulars, and then they would tell me they sent
the box filled with goods- “and oh, there’s a doll inside you know”.
Cruel? Nice? I don’t know.
I wasn’t a demanding child, when they
asked me “what kind of Barbie would you like to get?” I’d answer “any
Barbie would do, perhaps the one with bent arms would be great, but
straight ones are fine too” – easy to please? Then I’d probably add “and
oh, some clothes for the doll would be nice too”. I always asked them
not to buy me a fake Barbie, I’d recognize it immediately, but in the US
they didn’t know any fake Barbies, Barbie was Barbie, always genuine.
The photo shows two of 4 Barbies I owned
as a little girl – the insanely tanned Sun Sensation Barbie 1991, the
gorgeous neon queen Cool Looks Barbie 1990 (one of my favorites, I hope
to get her sometime in the nearest future perhaps). On the left there’s a
mountain bike set with sports clothes (I would never forget that funny
one-piece outfit) and on the right there are two fashion packs. Of
course, I remember the dolls, the bike and all that came with it, but
somehow, I can’t recall the fashions. I’ve identified one as Flower
Surprise Fashion 1990, but the other one is a mystery.
Oh well, it was supposed to be a short
entry… and a short break! Now back to boxes and packing, the happy gang
needs to be secured with wires and tapes – those few that have their own
boxes, the rest will get replacements. Shoes must be taken off and
packed diligently not to get lost. I’m happy to observe that all ow my
dolls do have shoes, most of the ladies have their stands, and only my
Skipper dolls are still missing them. Now, there is still no Internet
connection in our dreamhouse so I won’t be posting for some time now,
but I’ll be back!
