when i was younger, i used to love my barbies. so so much. i had a box, half the size of a single bed, filled to the brim with different variations of barbies, hundreds of items of clothing, thousands of miniature hairbrushes and one ken doll. there was also a fully functioning campervan, bungalow, pool, jeep and house, complete with lift.
i was a very girly girl.
but when i got bored of it all, i used to take my mothers old 'Next' magazines and cut the models out. spending hours carefully trimming around every heel and wayward hair strand. i'd play with them like dolls for a while, then keep my favourites. i had a whole folder filled with hundreds of cut outs of women in fabulous clothes, heels and accessories. it was a glamorous 2D world with which barbies couldn't quite compete.then, for lack of a better phrase, i "grew up".
so today, while feeling all gross and ill, i was reading both this and last months Cosmopolitan. and then i got inspired. really really inspired.
and now, i am off on another crazy long haul project. i would print pictures off fashion websites, but the quality is never as good. it doesn't get that amazing sheen. after destroying only two issues, i already have this:
isn't that the most glamorous inside-of-a-wardrobe door you ever did see?
2 Comments:
omg barbies were my LIFE when i was a little kid<3
i also always had an abundant amount of barbies, but a lack of ken dolls
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i only ever had two ken dolls! i had to replace the first one because my brother tore his head off...
i live in a fairly savage household.
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