Can't decide if I"m horribly offended or graciously flattered...depends on when you ask me? The thing is, it's not the first time I've been associated with iconic plastic supermodel doll, and I'm not quite sure what to make of it.
But, hey! If so, where the heck is my metallic hot pink convertible Corvette and wardrobes full of hoaky but undeniably darling outfits with perfectly matching shoes, bag and hair brush?
BTW... kind of an oxymoron... Barbie was a teenage supermodel, she wasn't intended to be a wife, Mattel just got greedy and had to go there.
Dramatic Sigh. It's a high calling, I will aspire to make the her proud. (Barbie, not the USS Texas. Just to be clear.)
I just couldn't resist.
Hey, if the shoe fits, right? ;)
