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So about four months ago I went with a friend to the by-the-pound Goodwill and picked up this beauty for my niece:

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Awesome right?  Who doesn’t love Barbie horses, even when they’re knockoffs?
So it had some marks and dirt and the hair was a fluffy tangled mess as you can see.  I’ve been meaning to clean it up before giving it to her, but I just hadn’t gotten around to it.  But then yesterday I felt inspired….
Not just to clean it up, but to play around with cleaning it up.  I mean, look at that nice, blank canvas!
So first I started with the hair…
Ran to the store for some cheap (but fragrant) fabric softener to do the Pinterest thing so I could comb through the hair.  It worked! Sort of….
Didn’t get a picture because my hands were covered in softener and water, but I think that horse lost half it’s tail in the combing process.  But I got it as detangled as possible.
While I was browsing for doll hair techniques, I came across a way to curl barbie hair.  So of course I had to try it on the horse….
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Tadaaaaaa!  Look at those awesome ringlet curls!   Pony got her hair did!  Now here’s hoping that will detract from too much brushing, because I don’t think pony can handle it!

So got the body clean with a bit of Comet, and then it was time to play with the tail some more.

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All I did was take 3 permanent markers and color a strip down each ringlet.  Not super easy on some,  and it did unravel them a bit, but I still think it looks awsome.
Now it’s on to painting!
As you can see here

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The eyes were the only thing with color so I fixed up those by removing a lot of the original paint with fingernail polish remover (which also worked great when the marker got into my hand and then onto the horse).  And now they look like this!

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Because who doesn’t need a little sparkle in their eye? Right?

Now it’s onto the rest of the body.  Not sure yet what all I’m going to do, but so far I’ve got this

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I’ll keep you updated as I go!!

 

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Okay, so this is my rant for the day…
People have been ragging on Barbie since I can remember for all kinds of thing. People are acting like it’s news that she’s not anatomically proportional, but I’ve got news for you: I learned that as a kid. And now, people are protesting and petitioning the Girl Scouts to end their partnership with Barbie/Matel because of unrealistic body image issues.
I’m sorry, but enough is enough.
Have you SEEEEEEEEN the other dolls out there? If you haven’t, go image search Bratz, Monster High, Fairy Tale High, or any of the others and tell me how they’re anatomically correct. (Not to mention some of the scandalous outfits and completely anti-girl-power messages I’ve seen on some of the boxes.)
And yes, as a girl was it a sad day when I realized I would never grow Barbie’s Class A rack? Lol, sure, but if it wasn’t Barbie it would have been something else. I hit puberty in the 90s – The Land of Silicone. While I realize that some girls do get some body image issues from Barbie, I would argue that with everything else out there, a lot of those girls were probably going to get those issues anyway. The point is that they GET OVER them. Get stronger. And move on.
Which brings me to the last point of my little rant. Barbie taught me to be strong and do what I want with my life. Sure, every year you’re going to get the newest Swimsuit Barbie out, and sure, some of them are only there to fill cross-promotions with things like Spongebob or Troll dolls (back in the day), but Barbie also does a TON of other things. Growing up I watched Barbie be a teacher, lawyer, equestrian, paratrooper, ambassador, firefighter, astronaut, chef, photographer, politician, screenwriter, cheerleader, and of course, princess. She did all kinds of amazing jobs that weren’t just “girl jobs” and taught me that I could be those things, too. When I wanted to be a zoologist, I remember seeing Barbie be one. Now that I’m working on becoming a published author, I can think back on those days I played with Barbie and two dozen of her friends with my sister and our friend A.J. Just ask Rachel – we did NOT play normal games. Barbie to Ken ration in our house was like 5 to 1, so Ken usually played twins or triplets, with all sorts of awkward misunderstandings in between. There were earthquakes, floods, relationship dramas, friendships, and (my favorite) bridges going out and leaving the hot pink limo suspended so that everyone had to climb across the car to safety. (Not everyone made it on those times. We had many casualties!) Looking back now I can safely say that some of my best training for creativity that has lasted into adulthood was not just the books my mom was constantly buying for us, but sitting secluded in our shared room, working out amazing (if completely unrealistic and drama-filled) stories for our Barbies to go through. While I have no problem with the desire for the existence of a more realistic-looking doll, I don’t think that pressuring the Girl Scouts into NOT joining with Barbie to yes, cross promote, but also encourage girls into a completely worthwhile organization is the way to fix anything. (And yes, I was a Girl Scout, too. All the way up to 4th grade.)
Thus concludes my rant. Thank you for your time 🙂
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