Barbie the Fashionista
Barbie was the ultimate fashionista.
I received her when I was nine;
she had a shape; no ordinary baby doll.
No baby at all. It was embarrassing to dress her.
Or rather undress her.
Then we had Midge. A friend but not as pretty
Freckles toned her down a bit; she was ordinary
Whereas Barbie was always the epitome of glamour.
I have over ten thousand Pinterest Barbie pins.
None of them duplicates, so yes, she has remained
a fashionista for seventy years.
Ken came after Midge, maybe not in your world
but in mine. He came in a box, wearing a red and white striped
bathing outfit; he was the boy next door, obviously
in love with Barbie, not ordinary every day Midge.
I can remember the Barbie and Ken carrying cases.
Their cars, their houses, their spectacular outfits.
Most too costly for us.
We made their clothes.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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