Friday, April 29, 2011
I didn't even have a real Barbie.
If mom would have just spent $6 on a damn Barbie, it would have saved me a fortune on therapy. Thanks mom.
I can't remember if I asked for barbie furniture that year for Christmas, but I got some!
It was homemade furniture. Handmade by my grandma. You know the one, the grandma that didn't bother with Better homes and Gardens - she subscribed to Popular Mechanics instead. That one. Don't get me wrong, grandma could sew a mean quilt, but she was no stranger to a jigsaw either.
It was terribly...
And ... brown.
I was not a happy 7 year old girl, but I don't think I ever let on to my grandma. Instead, I made the best of a "bad situation" and transformed a 4 tiered metal shelving unit into Barbie's dream house where I spent hours upon hours playing with my Sunshine Family.
It's seen a little rough side of life. The posts on the bed have always given me a fit, one of the chairs is wobbly and the cradle leans to one side, but most pieces look nearly as nice as they did on that Christmas day in 1976.
After a while, I learned to love this set. Even after I'd outgrown my dolls, I kept the set packed away in my doll clothes chest in the bottom of the closet because even at 17, I knew that my grandma made it with love.
The other day while cleaning out that guestroom closet, I "rediscovered" the box of treasures at the bottom of a tall stack of useless stuff. I took all the pieces out and admired them once again and appreciated them even more for the time that grandma must have spent on them.
But the very best part of it all, was the part that I completely forgot about...
That's when I sat there and thought for a little while, all these things that my Grandma did for me and I realized something. One of my sister's is Mom's little girl and the other one was Dad's little girl, but me? I think I was Grandma's little girl.
Then I cried.
Then I missed my Grandma. Under that rough exterior, she was a softy, but she never let on.
I wish I'd figured it out sooner.
Then I laughed when I thought to myself "I wonder where my cousin's blow up furniture is now."