i have decided that my life goal is to be a designer for barbie. that i have neither design skills nor an artistic touch shall not deter me. if this plan does not work out, i can write up the little descriptions on the barbie collectibles website instead.

i must say though, i can't believe they made romance novel barbies. yes, there is a fabio ken, complete with long, gloss, wind tousled locks and a deep v shirt. and the complimentary swooning blonde in his arms, draped in yards and yards of billowy satin skirts.

i admit, i am quite the little girl at heart. why else would disney have such a hold over my imagination? barbie just happens to take it all to another level. ethereal fairy princesses clothed in gossamer thin layers, glamorously chic breakfast at tiffany's gowns, toga-draped greek goddesses in all their sultry glory. i'm twenty one and still can spend hours staring at pictures of the dolls i'll never have. though, as pretty as they are, they'll never hold the same wonder as my now bald skipper (i had a moment with scissors...), or my hula barbie missing both the hula skirt and matching bikini, or my adored ariel barbie in her purple rubber shells and sparkly green tail. those are what a childhood is built on. that, and the pairs upon pairs of itty bitty barbie shoes, bought from a toy store in taiwan just to satisfy my little heart. and my favorite amethyst dress, layers of sparkly purple fabric and glitter sprinkled tulle.