For what it’s worth...

Me too! Actually, it was a combo of Gunne Sax and Florence Eiseman dresses paired with eyelet panties for the first 10 years of my life. And she wondered why I ended up being a punk rocker...

My mom dressed me like a doll for the first 10 years of my life. There was a two three year of Holly Hobby/ Little House on the Prairie wear that corresponds to this.

Getting Scarlett Fever> Being forced by shotgun to re-read ‘Tess of the Durbervilles.’

Yes, God wanted another little angel <3 <3

These people make me profoundly uncomfortable.

Well fucking played

As a yoga teacher, I’d just like to say: Fuck this motherfucker. Namaste.

Goddamn. Those (literal, and figurative) poor people.

I like calling them Vanilla Isis.

“I’ll take a couple of the tannis root scented ones”~~~Minnie Castavet

My sister very carefully cut the awful clown out of there and buried his ass in the backyard. You know what is even creepier? When a Jack in the Box sans Jack pops out at you. Gahhhh

Oil on the flyaways for days. My favorite weapon and the only thing that gives me a fighting chance at any humidity. I have flat and straight hair on top and then an under layer of this.. wiry texture. It’s very weird. I feel like a dog with an undercoat.

You have resurrected my childhood. Thank you.

Crystal Barbie! Oh my gosh, I can vividly remember how that dress/boa felt and sounded as it stickily “crunched.”

Why not both?

Not nearly as wonderful as 1984’s Peaches ‘N Cream Barbie:

“Weird how nobody’s in the mood for a little light gnawing of human flesh in mid-December?”

we had the farm—when you opened the barn door it made a Moo-ing sound. It was awesome. We also had the house and school house. I played for hours with it. The new Little People that are bigger and “safer” just aren’t the same.