Think of it this way, Barbie connects all girls. At some point all of us had a Barbie. It was like a secret club that boys never will understand. She was every girl, and the perfect woman all at once. We can be divided into three Barbie categories:

1. Those of us that collected Barbie and Skipper, and Ken, and all the others, but never actually took them out of the box. People would walk into your pretty pink and lacy room, look around to your perfectly made bed, and up , high on a shelf would be Barbie in her box, never touched by human hands. I'm going to guess you still have her cataloged away hoping your daughter or granddaughter will get emotional when you give your beloved collection to her. Yeah, um,
creepy, but your choice to make.

2. Then there are those of us that hung out with our older brother and got a Barbie from that aunt that lives in another state that knows nothing about us. These Barbie owners usually dressed her up in GI Joe camouflage and she ended up with short hair and no arms. Maybe Barbie was a good place to take out hormonal aggression. Again, whatever got you through a Saturday, but creepy.
3. Finally, there are the majority of us that loved our Barbies. We had the Dream House, the car, and all the accessories that could fit under the Christmas tree. We dreamed of growing up, having a great guy, like Ken, and having a beautiful figure like Barbie. Playing with our Barbie and all her friends was a pe
rfect time in our adolescence. With the exception of an occasional missing Barbie shoe, life was pretty darn good.
rfect time in our adolescence. With the exception of an occasional missing Barbie shoe, life was pretty darn good.As we grew up, and moved on to music and boys, Barbie didn't get played with nearly as much. Her hair wasn't brushed, her clothes were mismatched...Finally, we made the decision to give all of our Barbie stuff away to the little girl down the street. Or perhaps the decision was made for you by Mom. Either way, at the time, it wasn't a big deal.
I came across a Barbie hairbrush about a year ago while cleaning out some boxes in the basement. Suddenly I was six. The memories of Barbie came rushing back to me. I can't remember the little girls name that received all my Barbie stuff, but I hope she was able to work through the problems of youth. I hope she knew Barbie could be anything, a treasured object, a fighting soldier, a business owner, a stay a home mom, a best friend, or a powerful world leader. I hope those dreams for Barbie translated into dreams for her.
So no matter what your memories of Barbie, you have some, and as she turns 50, I hope those memories make you smile.

Oh yes, 

They are 18k gold plated from the beaches of sunny Brazil. Now that will get you ready for the warm weather!














