Look who made a return to life? Skipper, Barbie’s little sister.
We won’t belabor the fact that I never had a Barbie doll, though my sisters did. We shan’t even consider that I didn’t really play much with Skipper, other than to create elaborate housing structures and furniture for her. All I know is I kept her, aging rubber head and all, in her original clothing (evidence I didn’t change her clothes much) and with a blue coat my mother knit for her.
My husband broke out the JBWeld and permanently secured her head, thus eliminating the horror my granddaughter experienced whenever her noggin came off. We are pretty thoughtful grandparents.
Carry on. Aye, aye, Skipper.
