Barbie

One of the greatest memories I have of Christmas is that magical moment when I saw my Barbie under the tree. She was amazing in her one piece strapless black and white striped bathing suit. At that time, you had one Barbie doll and dressed her in different outfits. Later the toy company sold Barbies as a set with complete attire usually based on a theme, like cowgirl Barbie or doctor Barbie. I had just one Barbie and had hours of creativity with my grandmother as we designed and made an entire wardrobe for her.

Over the years, I have managed to keep my Barbie despite all the rationale talks I have had with myself about why it is time to let her go. I have concluded the real reason I have my Barbie tucked away neatly in her black shiny wardrobe case is the remarkable memories she evokes. I loved designing and sewing new outfits for her while spending time with my grandmother. I especially treasure the time Nannie and I made a small replica of my Mom’s beautiful wedding gown and dressed Barbie in the magical ivory sating gown.

It has been fun watching the transformation of Barbie’s physical appearance over the decades. My original doll has a pointy bust, a super tiny waist and long lean legs. Her physique has changed many times as the toy company tries to reflect the evolving changes in female attitudes and roles. I am especially partial to the Barbie in a wheelchair allowing kids to play with dolls with real features, not society’s version of perfection.

Next to my original Barbie in her original case is the second Barbie I received as a gift. Santa gave me the first one and a graduate student of mine gave me the 50th Anniversary Barbie Doll. I treasure them both and for now, they both are carefully placed in a special part of the closet and my heart.