Barbie doesn’t live here
We don’t have an original (or any) Barbie at the cottage. It’s too bad, really, because we have lots of other stuff that is far older than the dear middle-aged 20-something, who was born in March 1959 at Mattel Inc. headquarters.
But even if Barbie Mark 1 had found a home in one of our cottage drawers, Mattel might not recognize her. Chances are she would have had a typical cottage hair day, she might still be waterlogged from her last skinny dip, and she could be missing an arm or two. Her original box? Hmmm. If it were still around, it would undoubtedly have duct tape holding the corners together, like our battered boxes of Clue, Monopoly, and Twister.
So even though we could have traded an original mint Barbie for a pretty-good new car, that’s not going to happen. And anyway, if she were hanging out at the island, I’d be telling her not to get any big ideas. We can’t bear to part with any of our cottage stuff. It’s likely Barbie would be stuck there for another half century or so.