girls gone wild

Whew! Finally! The other day Sissy finally decided to take a peek in the trunk that her mom brought from Florida. And she pulled us out! We have been in that trunk for about 20 years or so and we were getting really tired of being all jammed together in this box.

We do like pink though.



Here I am. I think Sissy gave me a name back then, but the years locked up have not been kind to me, and I can't remember it. Do you like this dress I'm wearing? Sissy made it for me. Not the fluffy pink part, but the flowered part. It seems that she really liked taking the scraps from her mom's sewing projects and making us clothes.



Whooops. Lost my head.



You might take a moment though to look at my hair. Sissy loved us, and made clothes for us, but she also cut our hair. It's not the best look. I think she was going for something edgy, but the curl in my hair doesn't work with this style.



Here is one of my box-mates. She can't remember her name either, but she is wearing another one of Sissy's couture creations. Notice the purple trim on the dress. And she's showing off her flexibility.



Here is my posse. The one on the right is Crystal. She knows her name because she has the fanciest dress on with a sparkly pink belt. The one in the middle is Skipper and her hair never would lay flat. Ever.

Come on Crystal, look at the camera. Don't be ashamed of your thick makeup.



You would not believe how many different outfits Sissy made us! Although, I gotta tell you, she lost all our shoes and accessories. Sigh. And we never did have that Barbie dream house or Corvette like some of the other girls. We did have a Ken once, that Sissy re-named Bartholomew, but he also lost his head in an unfortunate older brother accident. Not pretty. He didn't make it. Sniff. Sniff.