My nieces had many, many, many (not exaggerating here) Barbies, dolls, and tons of clothes for them. On one of many occasions, the basement was a backstage fashion show. Dolls littered the floor as did piles of tiny garments. Mum, who loves birds, wanted to hold one of the birds. These birds (tiny) were social, but picky.
They would start on your hand, but much prefer to be on your shoulder / neck (how piratey). In order to hold them at the fingers, despite their timid pecking of your fingers, you simply put one finger over their talons, securing them there.
Birds are not known for their etiquette and so one let go.
Barbie, halfway under the sofa and half exposed, really one of tens of them, looked up. Sad for her that she got a parakeet facial. Splat! If ever anyone wanted to make a political or comment against Barbie, this bird one-upped them.
After that, she looked more like a Cruella De-Vil, white streaks, colorless face or a Kabuki actor.
Gross, but quite memeorable.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Barbie gests a facial
Posted by Marcus at 7:18 AM
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