Every Girl's Best Friend: Barbie

Alright so its been a while since I've updated this atrocious thing of a blog. And I fervently apologize. School work and jobs tend to overwhelm me easily.  Speaking of jobs, I am now a piano teacher, teaching a wonderfully angelic  four year old brat . Honestly, she is a brat. It took me 3 hours to get her SEATED at the piano. Her parents were amazed with the fact I got her at the bench. Wonderful. These past three weeks I have slowly broken down this child's mental defenses with my most advantageous asset: bribery. For every line of a song she learns, I give her a Barbie doll (one of my old ones that I barely used as a child). so far I gave her Scuba Diver Barbie, and Spring Barbie.

However, as I sift through my Barbies each week to decide which plastic doll will be the young girl's reward, I become slightly nostalgic.  As a child , I rarely played with Barbies, and even when I did... it was quite... unorthodox with the manner how I played with them. I never asked my mum to buy me dolls. It was something people just gave it to me because I was a girl. Yet , I clearly remember one Barbie doll that I wanted so badly.

Beautiful, huh? *___*

I was in India for summer vacation, and I was roughly 5 or 6 years old. I was at  a store with my mom, and thats when I saw HER: Indian Barbie. I was so transfixed by her turquoise salwar and her pink scarf and  her beautiful dark hair.
 I had never seen a Barbie so beautiful and unique as that , that I actually wanted one...

La Barbie de Iberia... que bonita!

Perhaps it was my cultural pride, or the fact that this was a Barbie that could actually resemble me. Nevertheless, I pleaded to my mother for her... and I was denied.
"You have so many at home you don't play with! No!"  " But mom.... She's different..."
I must admit, that wasn't the only time, I begged my mom for a Barbie...
In the summer of 2007, we went back to India... and my beloved Barbie was still there. A fifteen year old then, I begged my mother  and was denied again.
And I've come to the conclusion... it wasn't just the Indian Barbie I gravitated to... it was those exotic ethnic Barbies...
When I was at Valencia, Spain, I was captivated by the Spanish Barbie. And of course, my penurious cousin declined my request.
 Even this summer when I saw the Statue of Liberty, at the gift shop, not only they had a Statue of Liberty Barbie, but they had a beautiful Big Ben Barbie, and a chic Eiffel Tower Barbie. Of course, I didn't even bother to ask to buy those  three dolls. I'm an eighteen year old, after all, and perhaps sometimes I should try to restrain my childhood fantasies...

My favorite: Eiffel Tower. Hell, just get me that dress then, if not the Barbie..

 .. or give my old Barbies away,  so I could bring in the new... ;)