Maybe because Mark G. Harris took me to Coco Chanel’s Paris for a while tonight. Or maybe because it’s Oscar weekend. I simply felt like it was time for this Aries to offer you a little glamor.
Mattel’s 1992 Benefit Ball Barbie.
I think she’s so fabulous to look at that I can’t even make up any stories about her. If she gives you an Oscar night fantasy, feel free to share it in comments. (Caution: Barbie bashing may get you banished to the Land of Very Bad Action Figures.)
Wow, her dress. I can’t imagine what the pattern pieces must look like, laid flat on a table. That’s some sophisticated gathering and swirling, going on.
I neglected to get a photo of the box she came in before she was returned to the attic, so I snagged this one from some web site. I love the illustration on the front.
(Comment reposted because picture link went bad.)
I like the hair on your doll, better than theirs.
I always wanted to say that, but thought I’d be wearing short pants and in a sandbox, when it happened. : )
That could be arranged, you know.
I have no response, but you ought to know I’m huffing/laughing at that. : )
Mark G. Harris in short pants? With white sand on his knees, perhaps?
I’m writing all these down. Going to print them out on a huge placard, and display that at my funeral, surrounded by oleander. (sniff) You’ll be sorry, then.
Sigh. Now, you should know by now that I only tease people I like.
Its when I am coldly polite that you need to worry.
Interesting… the “Poor Mark” trick defuses the curse, momentarily. Yay! : )
Oh hell. My cellphone’s battery just died. Damn you!
Poor, silly Mark G Harris.
Its when I am coldly polite that you need to worry
Think about the TONE of that sentence….you fell for it again….
Holy freaking Glamour…
WOW!
Chris March designed that dress, didn’t he?
In his dreams.
Of course, I am still waiting for Drag Queen Ken.
There were a couple in this post.
I would happily walk down the Red Carpet with Barbie.
Me, too!
Ooh, talk about sparkle motion.