I'm a Barbie girl...
I have always been a makeup loving girly-girl. At an early age I was producing runway shows starring me and my cousins all done up and wearing my aunt's lingeries. We put baby oil in our hair, my cousin's was all cool and Jheri curly, while mine consfusingly hung in a limp straight wall over the white satin ribbon I had tied across my forehead. Why didn't mine look like the pretty girl in the Thriller video?
If it weren't for the ugly people in the world I could post pics and we'd all have a laugh at the silly, innocent postulating of little girls who could have penned the Pussycat Dolls' "When I Grow Up", which I sternly disapprove of for anyone under the age of 16. So, back then there were two things that rocked my universe...
(Well, 3. Let's not forget Menudo. sigh.)
Barbie and makeup... Win-win. The geniuses at Stila and Barbie came together to thrill those same little girls strutting to what was most likely Hall and Oate's Maneater.
I'm a little heart broken like when I was little and watched the commercials unsure if I was actually going to get it or not. We'll see if I can manage to swing myself a little treat.
Barbie Loves Stila Paint Can - 1959 #1 Ponytail Doll
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