Yesterday Macy and I were in the toy section at Walmart picking out a birthday gift for a friend. We were in the doll aisle, scanning for something good to get, when suddenly I glanced down and saw this:
I literally gasped. "Peaches & Cream!!!" I cried. Macy looked at me like I was crazy, but I had already picked it up and was admiring it in all it's NIB glory.
You see, Peaches & Cream Barbie was the last Barbie I received before moving from little girl into way-too-cool-for-Barbies. It was also the Barbie I decided to hang onto, and still have to this day! Yup, here she is:
Obviously, 25 year old P&C has seen better days. But oh, how I remember loving that doll. Wrapping and re-wrapping her peach colored wrap that was inexplicably long enough to go around her at least four times, admiring how her sparkly, spaghetti-strap dress fit perfectly over her mom hips (back before they updated Barbie and gave her hot little 18 year old hips that are perfect for ultra-low rise jeans and boy cut underwear), turning her back and forth slightly so the skirt of her dress would swish, swish, swish. Oh, those were the days.
Seeing her sitting there on the shelf at Walmart was like getting in a time machine. It was such an unexpected surprise, and I enjoyed waxing nostalgic for a few minutes. However, nothing makes you feel old like finding out the Barbie you used to play with is being re-released as "vintage."