That being said, I have a confession to make: I collect Barbies.
I never intended to collect them, although I did have one as a child. It's all this chick's fault (see below). Meet Enchanted Evening Barbie.
I saw her at Toys R Us years ago, when we were still shopping for Marcus (to be fair, we went to the Hot Wheels department for him). Maybe I was feeling older and waxing nostalgic, but she reminded me of my old Barbie. I had retrieved my old doll that year from my parents' storage. She was wearing some kind of weird sackcloth, so I bought her a new outfit, and gave her a French twist to hide the fact that I had cut her hair at some point.
But look at her face - doesn't she look like Enchanted Evening Barbie?
On a whim, I asked for E. E. Barbs for Christmas, and Dale granted my wish. He also did an amazing thing. He decided, based on my single Christmas request, that I collect Barbies. So every Christmas, I get a Barbie.
|I was hoping for tix to Paris with April in Paris Barbie, but no luck.|
They're mostly the high-end dolls with names like Dance Until Dawn Barbie and April in Paris Barbie. Some of them are really high-end, like this dame:
Oh, yeah, that's Cruella de Ville. I like to let her stand next to these two.
It makes me laugh.
A few years ago, Dale asked for a G.I. Joe. Always the overachiever, I looked on eBay and found...
Yes - the Colin Powell G.I. Joe!
For a long time, Colin shared shelf-space with my girls. He looked very stern and a little disapproving of Hard Rock Barbie, but he couldn't say much because, as it turns out, G.I. Joe is shorter than the B-girls.
And now that I have fifteen girls, he looks like he's in the Land of the Amazons, so I moved him to a more respectable shelf. It was either that or look for some teeny platform shoes.
Even though I'm not a girlie-girl, I totally covet these dresses.
Isn't this a cute little flapper number?
Well, of course - who DOESN'T want to dress up like Glinda?
Have you amassed any collections that surprise you?