I have always had.....

a love hate relationship with a doll we all call Barbie. I remember as a child of 6-7 playing with my Barbies and what attracted me to this doll was not the big boobs, the ridiculous size waist and the platinum blond hair it was the clothes...Ahhh the many, many options of clothes from trailer park daisy dukes to the high end couture. I loved my Barbies  even though some met the fate of the scissors and  vampy make up they were my imagination to what I could be. I have got to say it was probably Barbie that got me so passionate about clothes, design and merchandising. I had all the accessories The Dream House, The corvette, the shopping mall, the Beauty Salon ~ the list goes on and on. As I got older and the dolls were put away I also changed my views on what Barbie was and what kind of bad message it sent to little girls. You must have this impossible size chest, waist and butt, don't get me started on the hair color that almost too much. Is this what men want a walking, talking {when asked to} Barbie? It was at the age 13 that I decided that  if I ever had a little girl {and I never thought I would have a kid} that I would never expose her to this archaic dream doll.

Fast forward to present time  ~ F*ck if I didn't just get slammed with the your shit out of luck your wrong again stick! And this one hurt like a sombitch'. Below is the current collection of stalker dolls that are staring at me on a daily basis. If  they had voices this is what I would be hearing "Nah nah nah naaaana we got your daughter think we couldn't do it. You can't hide from us we are EVERYWHERE" .   I know that sounds kind of kooky but I am a kook.

My daughter likes to line them up in a very OCD American Psycho kind of way - when she starts to line the floor with a clear plastic shower curtain - time to start worrying! I have of course re named them to suit my twisted little mind - left to right Xanax Beauty Pageant Barbie, Stumpy Barbie, Girls gone wild Barbie and Botox Chef Barbie.

The newest additions to the famiglia Pet Vet Barbie 

This one was from Grandpa "Nonno" it is Fashionista Barbie
I see no Chanel here so I have renamed her Stripper Barbie 

I actually ordered a large Barbie box the other day in order to put the damn dolls away neatly. They have taken over the house and I do not like to stare at dolls with a better rack than I have all day gives me  a little bit of an inferiority complex. I thought I would never be this person this mom who used to be so anti Barbie now has Barbies throughout the house.  But you know what I am OK with that because it makes my LDG happy. And after all isn't that what matters the most? Right?

After thought...Holy shit am I going to feel this way about Disney Princesses soon...Oh God no please say it isn't so!