Barbie Dream House
I haven't written in awhile. I greatly underestimated the force these memories have on me, and as a result I've been cocooning emotionally, if you will, for some time now. But it's time to give this another go. Today's post will be about Barbies. Stay with me ... There's a point here, I'm fairly certain. When I was a kid I loved my Barbies. I played with my friends and collected as many as I could. My very favorite was my Peaches and Cream Barbie, who I named Rose. As I got older and stopped playing, I lovingly stored my collection for a hoped-for future daughter. Part of my collection were 2 treasured dolls. They weren't Barbie brand, I don't think. They were smaller. But they belonged to my mom, who passed away from cancer when I was little. They had period late 60's/early 70's hair and makeup, but beyond that I have no idea what they were other than Barbie-like dolls that were smaller. But all that mattered was that they were my mom's....