QUINTS. I LOVED these dolls! Even though I was getting older when they came out, I played with them constantly and had several different Quint collections. One day I discovered that the Quints fit easily into the check boxes that my mom would give us to keep things in. Now, being inspired by the previously mentioned Margaret O'Brien (Tootie), in Meet Me in St Louis, who buried her "dead" dolls in the back yard, I thought it was a great idea to "bury" the Quints in the check box. However, I certainly did not want to bury MY Quint dolls, so I convinced Elizabeth that it would be "FUN" to bury hers. We, of course, had a funeral for the Quints, buried them a whole foot into the ground, let them stay there for a few hours, got bored with the idea of dead Quints, and dug 'em back up.
Biff's Skipper wasn't black. Ha ha. But this is the beautiful Homecoming Skipper that Elizabeth got one year. The doll had BEAUTIFUL long, flowing blonde curls, and somehow I convinced my sister that she would look better with bangs. Elizabeth, trusting her wise older sister, took the scissors and snipped the hair off the front of Skipper's head. HA HA. After the haircut I also convinced her it would be REALLY neat if she held Skipper's hair up to the humidifier we had in our room. Steam+plastic Barbie hair= Froof. This is how Homecoming Skipper the Ugly Haired.
Here's the kicker:
As I was outgrowing Barbies, Elizabeth was at the height of her Barbie career. Truthfully, I LOVED playing as well, but thought I would be looked down upon by family and friends if anyone knew such a secret. Biff and I had a Barbie world in our basement. The entire back room was dedicated to everything Barbie- it was an entire LAND of everything Barbie we owned.
... Are you disturbed by me now?
12 comments:
The Suicide of Diamond the She-Dinosaur should be made into a children's book. It would be a classic.
Would it be suicide or homicide in this case?
Amy you are hilarious. It makes me wish I had a little sister to torment, but alas, I WAS the little sister.
i loved my quints, they were so awesome. i can't imagine having quints in real life though. ahh. remember the stroller & the crib. poor biff, does she remember all these horrific events? and can she laugh about them now?
i tortured my niece chelsey, and she tortured me back. i have scars to prove it. 7 years difference is like a little sister.
Wow. You were a mean sister. I was NEVER that mean to my sisters!
So funny! Love you!
I LOVED Quints! I got them for Christmas when I was 5 or 6...can't remember...
cute blog page! I love it!
It's all thanks to Jamie! She did it for me! Thank you thank you for making my blog cute. Hee hee.
I've never heard of Quints until now, reading your blog. Cute blog, Jamie.
Okay, all that stuff is way funny--al I could think of to be mean to Ashley with was to hit her really hard. It was great until she started hitting back.
Well Amy, I admit that playing barbies with you was very interesting... but very exciting! I loved it! I think I found these events as fun as you did... except the dinosaur hanging of course. The only event I did not like was the red convertable collition down the stairs = one legged Ken.
I loved my Quints! Yeah I was probably too old too, but hey when something's fun, it's fun! We(sisters and brother) used to make junk yards out of all our barbie stuff/accessories and the quints lived there. I had the wagon set so we'd pack them up with their belongings and run away from the orphanage to live in the junkyard...silly I know but fun!
The little foot section is still putting me in a giggle fit!!!
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