It's about time. I'm sure you agree. About her nakedness--not that inevitable eviction of the short, brunette dolls that had been inhabiting the dollhouse before she returned from our camping trip with her new vintage sheet wardrobe and an apparently quite entitled attitude about her place in the house.
It was raining so hard in Utah, and there we were in our tent trailer (testing out its weather-worthiness in thunder and lightning and hail)--and it was either read a picture book version of Wizard of Oz again or do the envitable: make Barbie some clothes.
She came on the trip naked. She has been known to just roll that way. So we decided that because we had three vintage sheets that I'd picked up at the Bishop Salvation Army for about 2 bucks each, and I always travel with needle and thread, we were able to make her a full blown trousseau.
It was the right thing to do.
She even got a sleeping bag. And a pillow.
And some other accessories--um, hats and an apron, actually (to go with her shoes).
Seemed smart. You know.
And since there was plenty left of the sheets, I also recovered the fronts of my trailer cushions. They were a dreamy gold pattern that functionally disintegrated in the monthly use of our trailer since we landed it in december--so it was time for new faces.
And it's nice now, too, because they match Barbie's wardrobe, so we won't have any unseemly photo shoots with indelicate, clashing backgrounds. A plus.
And the bit about the neighbors, well it was awkward.