Like most little girls, I was pretty crazy about Barbie dolls. I could spend hours up in my attic bedroom just dressing them for some imagined glamorous ball. The Christmas that Santa, also known as “daddy,” left the Barbie Dream House was one of the best of my young life. In fact, it’s pretty safe to say that was THE best Christmas of my life! I stumbled out of bed, and into the living room. There, I came face-to-face with a little slice-o Barbie heaven. I really must have been good that year! It was seriously FaBuLoUs! The closet was even full of clothes, and there was a little pie in the oven! I just couldn’t wait to get my dress-up on. But what should have been just a shining memory came to be a bone of contention between me and the little sister. She came around the corner right behind me, and was equally as excited. Unfortunately for Chaos, ( yep, that’s her nick name) the house was mine. And I..I did not share. She cried and cried.
Now before you find yourself feeling sorry for her, you should know that she took her hurt and disappointment out on my beautiful Barbie mansion. When she finished with it, all of my beautiful girls had to vacate the property. Because it was condemned. Due to Chaos. After the reign of destruction,all of the hip furniture was gone. The closet..ripped out. The beautiful windows? Never to been seen again. My Barbie’s went from sleeping on a beautiful bed with a silken blanket to a Kinney’s Shoe box with a wash cloth cover. The beautiful living room couch had to be replaced with a pair of wicker chairs that I was lucky enough to find at a local yard sale.
She’s never let me live it down, and somewhere in her twisted little sister mind she believes that her actions against me and the Barbies..were somehow justified.
Here, some (undisclosed number of) years later, and this event is still referenced at least once weekly. By Chaos.The destroyer of all that is Barbie. So I’ve made up my mind to find my little sister ( still a big ole’ baby) a Barbie dream house all of her own. Partly because I know that deep down she secretly still wants one. Partly because I am so tired of hearing about it! So that’s my mission for spring. Buy Chaos a Dream House of her own. I’ll scour every inch of the Gulf Coast and I will not rest until said home is in the back of my Jeep.Let the hunt..begin! UPDATE: When posted to my little sister’s Facebook page she responded “That will never work. Now I want the REAL thing!” Geeze Louise~ Chaos is never satisfied!