June 03, 2010
On the Seventh Day, God Created Barbie
Hey, look! It's me and Heather being sacreligious!
Some more.
PW: If I get this other position, I will be a permanant employee and have my own desk, so I can bring a Barbie to keep me company
PW: I'm going to see if I can devise a Pastor Barbie
H: I'm sure she has a cool Nehru jacket.
PW: in a black shirt with a white collar, knee-length skirt and sensible shoes
H: sensible shoes with a heel, I hope.
PW: yes
PW: or clogs because, well, we ARE Protestants
H:
PW: and she'll have to have short hair
H: at least give her a bun?
PW: how 'bout a pony tail?
PW: low on the head, not like the original Barbies
H: pony tails are pretty chaste, yes.
H: unless they're handles.
PW: unless I do Naughty Pastor Barbie
PW: or I could put her in a pastor shirt, and then a mini skirt and stilletto boots
PW: ha! and a cute purse
H: with a pink sparkle bible.
PW: YES!!!!!!!!!!!
PW: omg, I'm peeing!
PW: check out the Archbishop of Canterbury
PW: I think he's kind of adorable, in a Santa-gone-horribly-awry kind of way
PW: if I could get a Barbie-sized robe like that, I'd sleep with whoever made it
H: DO IT.
PW: actually...
PW: looking at it...
PW: I'll bet Joe could throw it together pretty easily. minus the embroidery on the front, of course.
PW: Archbishop Barbie. i will fucking DIE
H: I will chip in for beading.
PW: hee!
PW: it's not the cost of the beading, it's the TIME
PW: but if I just do the gold and white robes, it will be more than obvious she's an archbishop
PW: OMFG
PW: I'm so excited!
H: squee!
PW: people know what the archbishop of canterbury looks like right? he's famous?
H: um...
PW: I wonder if I have a huge-ass cross
H: lookin the vibrator drawer...
H: I was trying somehting new for halloween, a sort of exorcist thing.
PW: no, I mean a Barbie-huge cross
H: I love you.
PW: and I love you
PW: Episcopal Priest Barbie
H: Awesome!
H: left behind couture
I miss the days of having a Barbie on my desk. I really do.
I remember how it started off as people thinking I was a victim of Fetal Alcohol Poisoning, but then they forgot their preconceptions of Barbie (and doll collectors) and actually started looking forward to seeing a new Barbie every week. She stopped being some weird toy and became a conversation piece. A rare change of scenery in a hive of beige cubicles. A breath of plastic-scented air, if you will.
Do I dare become that person again? Do I have to emotional strength to start all over, to bear the scorn and derision? If so, which Barbie should be the first?
Comments
I think you need one (or more) of these:
http://www.getoutofhellfree.com/
-L.
Posted by: lori at June 3, 2010 12:35 PM
Lori. Always lookin' out for me. : )
Posted by: Wenchie at June 3, 2010 03:35 PM
Nah, dress her like a minister in the modern Danish Lutheran Church!
See here for one such example:
http://www.denstoredanske.dk/@api/deki/files/18139/=400051.501.jpg
Posted by: Mickey at June 7, 2010 08:49 AM