Showing posts with label barbie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label barbie. Show all posts

Monday, March 9, 2009

Barbie in da hood?

I realize I'm not the first to scoop this quaint little news items, but did I have to hear it on NPR's Morning Edition first?

I was stupefied and motionless as I gulped down every detail I heard over the radio this morning while I tried to get ready. Barbie is getting a life size dream house...designed but that wacky Jonathan Adler! He's no "one trick pony", that's for sure.

Plates at the Barbie restaurant.



J. A. 's sketch of Barbie's bedroom.




Mr. Quirky himself. Remember this presidential post? Well here is his interpretation.
But my favorite pic of him is here sporting his big guns! My husband used to swear by this pose in high school. One simply presses the back of the bicep to allow for maximum camera exposure to Mr. muscle. It increases percieved volume by...massive stud units. AWWWWW so cute!
Anyone remember the story David Sedaris tells of arranging his mothers cigarettes into a beautiful star shape on the coffee table? It reminds me of this mirror. I have a friend who, by mistake, painted a room "barbie tan beige"...all she needs is this little gem and she'll be set.


When I heard there was a chandelier made of blond hair I scoured then net trying to find it...please let me know if anyone has seen it or has photo links! Hair chandelier, now ya just don't hear that everyday!

Babs, Sweet Pea, honey girl, the same pair over and over? I'm worried. ( You'd think the chandelier would have caused a red flag...)I had no idea that among your many titles and roles you were also the spokesperson for obsessive/compulsive disorders...I mean really, variety is the spice of life my friend. Branch out a little.
I wonder if it was all those old Barbie shoes I chewed on as a kid that finally turned her...maybe she knew...hmmm.
Consider removing just 1 article...a silver pouf, perchance?
All kidding aside, I really am a fan of the toy. I think I utilized some of my more creative hours as a kid designing Barbie houses. It was like I had pink goggles, every time I saw something like a plastic creamer container, I'd think to myself....Barbie needs a set of these for her kitchen. Or my dad would bring home strange wood scraps from construction sites and I'd find a way to wrap them in fabric to make furniture. I loved dressing, her, doing her hair...I don't think she scarred me at all....twitch, twitch.