tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810259005104139187.post1127079360507932913..comments2023-09-05T05:56:42.080-06:00Comments on KB Design Stage Inspiration: Barbie in da hood?Kierstin Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04603116175958309708noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810259005104139187.post-36745751899167606832009-03-12T12:21:00.000-06:002009-03-12T12:21:00.000-06:00What?! I missed that NPR story. This Barbie hous...What?! I missed that NPR story. This Barbie house is going to be too fabulous...Marsi @ The Cottage Cheesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01930251048275030065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810259005104139187.post-74677784850807600512009-03-10T12:00:00.000-06:002009-03-10T12:00:00.000-06:00That's hilarious. I actually did my own version of...That's hilarious. I actually did my own version of what I thought a modern-day barbie dream house would look like. It's less pouffy than this, but just as pink. Thanks for sharing!kadlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10319071085465757982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810259005104139187.post-72365536486939291182009-03-10T00:06:00.000-06:002009-03-10T00:06:00.000-06:00[twitching right there along with ya, KB!]OH, that...[twitching right there along with ya, KB!]<BR/><BR/>OH, that rack of shoes. My dream--but of course they'd have to be in different styles.<BR/><BR/>I was heavily Barbie-fied as a kid. Barbie Town House. Barbie Winnebago. Barbie Corvette. Barbie Jeep. Mod blow-up furniture to go in said Town House. Barbie horse. Barbie Stage, in which you crammed Barbie's poor little feet into a clamp of sorts, then used a little remote control to move her through the shimmery stage curtain and onto the stage. My preferred music was always something ABBA. Usually I'd begin a good Barbie show with "Dancing Queen." Phew. One Christmas, early in my Barbie obsession, Santa brought me a new Barbie. In attempting to get her into her Jeep, or Corvette, or onto her horse, who remembers, my sweet father accidentally broke off one of her legs. Seeing the look of instant, abject horror bordering on an episode of about-to-cry-until-I-graduate-high school, Dad assured me it would all be okay. He raced to his workshop in the garage and emerged minutes later, quite pleased with himself. "Here you go," he said, "She's back to new." Except "back to new" looked like this: Barbie now had a half-inch bolt through her hips, fastened by a screw the size of one of her boobs. I was like, "Are you kidding", but even at that age I loved my dad beyond repair and I accepted the "like new" Barbie and brought her into the fold of the other Barbies, where it was announced that she had suffered a terrible accident and had needed extensive orthopedic surgery. I kept that Barbie for years. I wish I still had her, because she represented the fact that my Dad would do just about anything to make me smile. He offered to buy me a new doll the day after Christmas but I declined. A Barbie with a bolt--I mean, which other girl on the street had something so unique? <BR/><BR/>Anyway, GREAT post! We all have our Barbie stories...twitch twitch. God bless her.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810259005104139187.post-59334800910341612382009-03-09T18:33:00.000-06:002009-03-09T18:33:00.000-06:00Hi there! thanks for following my blog! I looked a...Hi there! thanks for following my blog! I looked around and I really very much like your blog! Awesome pics! especially this home, geez, i want it, i want it bad. I would kill for it.Awesome Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04287734899958394753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810259005104139187.post-3744614338427770742009-03-09T11:59:00.000-06:002009-03-09T11:59:00.000-06:00THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!! where is my life-sized d...THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!! where is my life-sized dream house for free?!?!?!??!?!?! i am whining. not fair. but cool post.drollgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17098844996589898590noreply@blogger.com