I recently stayed up late to paint and clothe this Barbie in the dia de los muertos style. As I cut and stitched the little flowers and lace, as I painted the tedious white lines of skeletal patterns on her plastic limbs it was like I was eight again. I have no great love for barbie in my adulthood. I actively redirected my own daughters toward other, less socially loaded playthings. Still, I can’t deny that as I embroidered the little blue nubs on barbie’s top, as I pinned the velvet scarf onto barbie’s hair, I remembered all the odd fitting outfits and weird head pieces I made for barbie when I was a child. I recognize the beginnings of what I do now in all that tiny improvisational stitch work and I must admit, I began with barbie. I owe her a thank you.
By the way, I am looking for an exceptionally tall bottle to fit this beauty in. Look for her on a shelf in Tacovore!