Most people blame the state of the economy for the demise of their retirement funds. I blame Barbie.
It started out innocently: As a child I received the occasional Barbie gift at Christmas and birthdays. Grandma Margie and Aunt Millie hand made tiny clothes for my dolls. I saved my Barbies, and when Jess was two, unpacked them for her. Things kind of snowballed from there.
As a victim of only child-single parent syndrome, if Jess wanted another Barbie (and she always did) she got it. Barbie car? Done. My size Barbie - yep. Vet Barbie, Doctor Barbie, Rock Star Barbie, Holiday Barbie, Barbie shoes, Barbie clothes, Barbie hangers, Barbie food, all of Barbie's friends and relatives and all of their stuff - uh-huh, Barbie really does have everything, and it's all in my garage.
About the time Jess turned 21 I realized she doesn't really care to save things for sentimental reasons. And really, does it have so much sentimental value when you have zillions of them? She agreed to pass the Barbie collection along to another child.
I know a little girl who is going to look at these piles of Barbie things and say "SWEET!" and it will make me happy to give them to her.
She can't have my Barbies though - I'm saving them for the day I can play Retired Barbie.
VERY GOOD! Your ending is perfect. Gayla
ReplyDeleteI'm no holy roller but I feel "truly blessed" to have you and Jess in our life...not just for the awesome Barbie stuff, either. You two are so talented and inspirational (and fun!!) what a great role model for our little Hannah. Thanks again.
ReplyDeleteAw,shucks. You guys are too kind. Thanks.
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