I am not a saver, in the general sense.
There are people who have saved as much as they could from their past, keeping it in boxes and moving it with them. I, on the other hand, have always felt like getting rid of things was a bit, um…cleansing (for lack of a better word).
And, yeah, I can look back and wish maybe I didn’t get rid of a couple of things, but for the most part, I like not having to worry about storage issues (as much…we all have storage issues to some degree, I think).
I have only two things from my childhood that have ridden around with me in the bottom of my blanket chest (which I use to store my sweaters, not blankets). A ceramic blue and white tea set and a box marked “Barbie” that contains these:
And, man, was I ever in play heaven. Over the next few years I got a big house, a camper, an airplane and a pool. I would set up their little world in my room and play for days.
Now that I think about it, my gardening actually started then. I remember making a garden out of some brown construction paper that I folded accordion-style. I cut some slits down the accordion “rows” and inserted little vegetables that I made out of more construction paper. Barbie would go out to the “garden” and weed and harvest vegetables that she would put on plates on the table- complete with the tops and roots attached.
Faux leather fringe vest? Check.
Bell-bottoms with add-0n hems? Check.
Hippie-style mini dress and go-go boots? Check.
Hey, wait a minute- aren’t these things back in style?
Nothin’- that’s what.
I always wanted them to wear the wedding outfits, but being that you only wear them when you get married, I had to get creative to be able to dress them in these as often as I wanted. So every. single. time. I played with them there was the same scenario:
Barbie is shopping at the grocery store and is looking down at something (her list, or in her purse, depending on where the action was taking place) when- BAM!- her cart knocks into Ken’s cart (or Ken, depending…you get the idea).
And, you guessed it, love at first sight and married within a month.
Which was a Barbie-Time month. This was about 20 minutes our time.
Hey, it was all about getting to wear the wedding dress.
Notice I don’t say “played with” since she never really did. Have I ever mentioned she’s really not like me? *sigh*
Anyway, apparently 70’s Ken was not macho enough for the powers-that-be and they’ve increased his shoe size (and who knows what else?).
Sheesh, is nothing sacred?
This is linked to Finer Things Friday