I live in a small town in Washington State, USA, with my wife, two sons, two dogs, a cat, and family nearby. I work at the local community college as an I.T. Specialist.
In March of '02, we bought a 70-some year old house that needed a lot of work. When I'm not working on the house, I like to throw pots, be outside, and read a lot.
Cool. I haven't seen a cake like that since Shelli turned 10 or 11 and her babysitter (not my babysitter, I was 12 and a half dammit!) made one pretty similar to that one. The doll in the center was a cheap plastic toy but Shelli kept it and tried to integrate it in to the complex social heirarcy of her existing Barbie dolls. Unfortunately the cake dollie never was able to quite make it as a true member of the Barbie world. Cake Dollie quickly learned how unfair the world of Barbie high society is to the rest of the cheap plastic toys. The clothes don't quite fit, Ken is shorter than you are, your legs don't bend right for the Corvette's front seat...life just sucks.
You know, I didn’t have a Barbie until I was almost 12 and really too old to enjoy it. But mine was complete with twist and turn waist, bendable legs and she owned THREE wigs; brunette, blonde and red. I’m pretty sure she would have been at the top of any Barbie hierarchy, sadly though she had no competition, thus didn’t know her true social potential. So you see, even if you have it, you have to know you have it to enjoy it. I think Cake Dollie understood her role in the workplace society and probably was better for it. It’s likely that it wasn’t that she COULDN’T get into the corvette, but that she resisted getting into the Corvette. You see, she knew she was better than all those other Barbies and their fake smiles….
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By Anonymous, at 3/14/2005 12:58:00 PM
By Scott in Washington, at 3/14/2005 02:08:00 PM
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