|So you were seriously an alternative to Barbie? So am I.|
So here she is, in what's probably her original dress. (Or, in my mother's immortal words: "Didn't I once make you that same dress, out of sheets?" She did, too. Mid-1980s sheets were much more exciting than today's sheets and were tremendously helpful in constructing full skirts that didn't go limp.)
|How did a nice girl like me fall in with all these big-headed divas?|
She has a wasp-waist figure and -- here's a blast from the past -- separate underpants.
|It's really chilly for tanning today!|
|Clothes Barbie can actually wear to some of those professions she has!|
|It's possible that I'm going to need to dominate a mid-sized corporation.|
|You wear shoes? Wow. Hardly anybody around here wears shoes.|
|Wow, bathroom set! You've changed.|
Elspeth got her own post partly because, being dressed in the first place, she'd gone upstairs at my parents' house with the official Christmas presents, rather than being downstairs with the thrift finds, some of whom were undergoing body transplants and boil-washing. So she came home in my purse with the Action Heroez and Jane Boolittle.
Before packaging up my portion of thrift finds to ship to me (since I don't believe in luggage and neither does Frontier Airlines), we took a group photo of my accumulations, presumably after their New Year's Day Polar Bear Club swim.