Topic: Musings
My mom gave me a Barbie doll for Christmas. Never mind that I am 42 years old. One is never too old for a new Barbie. I love her as much as my first one I got for Christmas a million years ago.
Ah yes Barbie, the impossible fantasy of ridiculous porportions, unattainable beauty, fantastic wealth and extraordinary accomplishments (if I read Wikipedia right she was an astronaut before Neil Armstrong.)
My retired mom has been buying old naked Barbie's at thrift stores and making THE cutest clothes for them. She knits or crochets them (neither craft I could ever get the hang of) I came over to her house and she suddenly had a whole shelf of fashionably garbed models. Cool.
So I couldn't help thinking how I could use clay to help enrich Barbie's wardrobe. (like she needs more right?) I tried making shoes first. This gave me the idea to use the flexible, bendy clay. The shoes were a fail, but I liked the way the bendy clay felt a lot like the plastic accessories that were made for Barbie, and of course you can make the clay so much cuter. I've made three purses (one of them with a puppy in tow) and two belts so far. I have a little bit of a fever. I had fantasties of being a fashion designer in my
younger years (didn't we all?) and now I get to live a little bit of it and who better to design for than the fantastic, beautiful, impossible Barbie.
