December 24, 2008
Mrs. Beasley and Pirate Barbie
Once upon a time, when Egrau was a little girl, she really wanted a Mrs. Beasley doll. If you'll remember, Mrs. Beasley was the little granny doll that Buffy carried around on the 1966 sitcom "Family Affair."
I actually have a Barbie-scale Buffy and Mrs. Beasley.
Joe got them for me a couple years ago for my birthday. Apparently, Buffy is pretty rare, Mrs. B. is even rarer -- her glasses alone are worth a fortune because they're the first thing to get lost and sucked up by the vacuum cleaner.
Joe spoils me.
And speaking of rare and adorable things, Buffy and Mrs. B. are sitting on a little chair that Billi made for me about 25 years ago, for Christmas.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Anyhoo, little Egrau reallyreallyreallyreally wanted a Mrs. Beasley doll. The tension was thick in the air that Christmas morning as stockings were unloaded and other, let's face it -- lesser gifts were opened. Egrau tells the story of Ramone, her little brother, anxiously scanning the presents, hoping that one of them would be a Mrs. Beasley for his big sister.
I swear, you guys, I am starting to tear-up while typing this. It's the cutest story in the whole world, how, as Egrau tore the wrapping off the final present, Ramone jumped up and down in glee, so excited to see Egrau get that which she wanted most in the whole world.
Is that not the sweetest, most selfless thing you've ever heard? A little boy made happy only by the happiness of someone else? Gah! It almost makes my heart want to shake off its bitter blackness and believe in mankind, just for one, brilliant moment...
Okay, it passed.
I wonder if, when choosing my Christmas gift last year, Egrau looked back on her own Mrs. Beasley and decided to "pay it forward." To revel in the happiness of someone else, to make a wish come true.
Yup, Egrau spent waaaaaaaay too much money and got me Pirate Barbie for Christmas! And although I am surely not worth that kind of money, Pirate Barbie definitely is. Just lookit her!
The jaunty boot...
The wicked pantaloons...
The cold hilt of the sword...
The lacey cuff...
The snug vest...
And the mercilessness of her stare...
Oh, how I love her!
'Though she would haul me 'round the keel just to watch me die, I would swear allegiance to her with my hat in my hand and my heart in my mouth.
Okay,... that was a little... awkward.
Quick someone do something to break the tension!
Yup, that did it.
I hear they're in preliminary talks about possibly doing a buddy picture together. Penny Marshall is writing the script.
Comments
When I was little, I had a nightmare that Mrs. Beasley had turned to the dark side and was chasing me. I hope Pirate Barbie can keep her in line . . .
Posted by: Lola at December 25, 2008 06:07 AM