I rigged parachutes for my sister’s barbies and threw them out the second story windows.
“I rigged parachutes for my sister’s barbies and threw them out the second story windows.”
I found paper napkins work on little green army men but Barbies not so much. I had to move to my dad’s hankies for Barbies and even then they didn’t do so well. I found out that he really didn’t like little holes poked in his hankies, either.
My brother and I grew up with GI Joes (the 13” action figures, not the dinky ones of late). Our mom gave us a couple of her old Barbies (from the 50s!) so we used them as kidnapped damsels to be rescued by our Joes!
Sweet. Boy, could I tell you some stories about how Barbie holds up (or not) under combat-like circumstances. I wish I had pictures.
My brother drew on my sister’s doll, which had a cloth body with rubber head, legs, and arms. She threw it in the dryer, and the body shrunk. It’s been called “The Gargoyle” for the past 45 years. :)