As you can see I just posted a picture of Barbie’s Dream House circa 1978 or so.  When I was little I thought it was just the coolest thing, but my dad thought it was silly to spend so much on plastic, plus all I really did with my Barbie’s was change their clothes and cut their hair.

So, he got me a ‘townhouse’ made out of cardboard.  It did have this elevator that went up when you pulled the string (if I recall the string was always coming off the little pulley).  My mom also got me some BEAUTIFUL evening gowns, and I was perfectly happy.

BUT, Roy saw my post and found one on ebay.  He even offered to buy it for me.  If Dean had been a little girl, I would be all over it…

But for now, I am happy with the memories of my “barbie townhouse’ and the idea that my husband was willing to spend hundreds of dollars to make an old wish come true.

I just want to thank everyone for their kind thoughts and prayers.

We do find some comfort in knowing that my grandmother left this earth on her terms.  I know that was very important to her.

It’s almost funny to me what I find myself thinking about when I think about her.  Funny in a sad way, but I find myself smiling anyways.  I think about those Barbies she had.

Boy, they were beautiful.  I was thinking about it last night, and talked to Roy.  I remember one day when I was visiting her.  I must have been about 6 or 7, and she lived in a townhouse in a neighborhood with a number of young families.  She made friends everywhere she went, and one of her neighbors was a young stay at home mother.  I don’t remember her name, but she had a daughter that was about my age, maybe a little younger, and she used to make Barbie clothes for her daughter’s dolls.  My granny took me over there, and we had a great time picking through scraps of fabric, lace, and ribbons, and before I knew it, I had my own custom designed Barbie dress.

Oh, and the trunk that she used to keep everything in!  It was an old fashioned ‘ladies traveling wardrobe.”  When you stood it up an opened the case, there were drawers that held tiny shoes and jewelry.  There were even tiny hangers that held the glamorous gowns.  And, of course, Barbie had the coolest zebra striped bikini.

When I really got into Barbies, my mom was pregnant with my sister.  It wasn’t an easy pregnancy, and my mom was often tired and then on bed rest.  So, I would often play on the floor of my mom’s room, while she rested, though she did try to play with me a bit.  My granny knew my mom was having a rough pregnancy, so when I was with her, she would play with me for hours.  Though all I really liked to do was change their clothes and brush their hair.

I do occasionally buy a Barbie for my niece, but I found myself hoping that one day I have a granddaughter, so that I can play Barbies with her.