Ken's Story (Sun Gold Malibu Ken)

 

I managed to talk Suzanne into letting me read her post a while back. She asked me not to read it when she first posted it. I think she was a little embarrassed of some of the things she wrote. I could have gone ahead and read it anyway I guess. But a good marriage is built on trust. So I waited until I had Suzanne's permission. When I joked that the post was on the internet where total strangers could read it but she wouldn't let her own husband read it Suzanne gave in.

 

Even though we've been married for almost 30 years some of the stuff Suzanne wrote still surprised me a little. Suzanne's told me before that she fell in love with me the first time I smiled at her. But I don't think I really believed it until I read her post. The way she describes how we first met...she couldn't write stuff like that unless she actually FELT it!

 

But I guess I shouldn't be THAT surprised. I knew the moment I saw Suzanne that I wanted to get to know her better. She was the most beautiful doll I'd ever seen! She still is, even though we've both gotten just a little worse for wear over the years. Humans get grey hair and wrinkles when they get older. So I guess it's only fair we're showing our age. I won't go into details here. I don't want to embarrass my wife. Suzanne gets a little self-conscious sometimes about her so called 'condition issues'. If you ask me there's nothing seriously wrong with her. But even if there was I'd still love her. After all, our daughter Skipper has much more serious 'condition issues' and we wouldn't trade her for anything.

 

I know a lot of humans don't see getting married and raising kids as a dream life. But I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing than showing the three dolls I care about the most just how much I love them. Every day I try to let my wife and daughters know just how special they are to me. I try to be there for them no matter what. And when the going gets tough their love and support help keep me going.

 

People say there's strength in numbers and I think they're right. I think me and Suzanne and Skipper and Taffy are stronger together as a family than we would be by ourselves. I think it's because we've learned to work together. We try to do what's best for all of us instead of just what we want for ourselves.

 

Well, I have to go. Because of Skipper's 'condition issues' Treesa got it into her head that Skipper needs a service dog. So me and Suzanne promised to help Skipper and Treesa sort through Treesa's sixth-scale animals to see if we can find a dog that would be a good match for Skipper.

 

Bye, Ken



Suzanne's Story (Sun Gold Malibu Barbie)

I guess it made sense to start with me. Treesa said it wouldn't feel right starting with anyone else because I was her first Barbie doll. I don't think my memories are all that special. I'll bet there are hundreds of dolls out there with almost the same stories. But I could see how excited Treesa was about the blog and I didn't want to rain on her parade so here I am.

 

I guess I'll start with the day I got taken out of my box. There were three of us that got deboxed that day. There was me, Sun Gold Malibu Ken, and Sun Gold Malibu Skipper. We were dressed in bathing suits and I remember Treesa laying us out on the rust colored carpet in the living room and pretending we were at the beach. I know this doesn't sound very exciting but for me it was nerve wracking. I had only seen humans before through the clear window of my box. When I got taken out of my box and given to Treesa I wasn't sure what to expect. But Treesa was such a happy little girl then and seeing her smile made me feel a lot less nervous.

 

Then she put Ken and Skipper on the floor next to me and I felt nervous all over again. I knew that sooner or later Treesa would leave the three of us alone and I'd have to introduce myself. I was really shy and self conscious and I'd never seen a doll as handsome as Ken up close before. The whole time Treesa was playing with us I was trying to think of something to say. I was so worried I would say the wrong thing that by the time Treesa left the room I was a nervous wreck. I think I kind of froze up. But then Ken turned to me and smiled.

"Hi," he said.

 

Seeing him smile at me like that had sort of the same effect that seeing Treesa smile had had only better. Not only did I not feel nervous anymore but because Ken had smiled at me the whole world suddenly seemed brighter and happier and more wonderful. I felt like I was floating. It took me a minute to realize Ken was still talking. Before I could bring myself back to reality Ken stopped talking and looked at me like he was waiting for me to say something. I realized he must have asked me a question but I had no idea what he had just asked me. I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to do. I didn't want Ken to think I was ignoring him on purpose but I didn't want him to think I was a ditzy airhead who couldn't pay attention either. I wished I could disappear through the floor but I couldn't. So I mumbled an apology and asked Ken to repeat the question. I was so worried he would be offended. But Ken just smiled again and said Treesa seemed like a nice little girl and what did I think of her. I felt so relieved after that.

 

Skipper turned out to be even shyer than I was but Ken made sure she wasn't left out. Little by little he managed to draw her into the conversation. It will always amaze me how the three of us started the day as strangers and ended up more like a family. I know Skipper is supposed to be my little sister but she's always felt more like a daughter to me. I've always tried to take care of her and protect her as much as I could.

 

We're relieved Treesa decided to keep us when she grew up and we're grateful we're still in good condition over all. My friend Roxanne wasn't so lucky. Roxanne was a Loving You Giftset Barbie and the second Barbie doll Treesa got. I'll admit I was a little jealous of Roxanne at first. She seemed so much prettier and more glamorous than me but over the years we became real friends.

 

Sometime in the late 80s Roxanne got a crack in her neck. The crack kept getting worse until finally her head came off. Treesa didn't know much about body swapping so she tried putting Roxanne's head on a dollar store doll body. But the dollar store doll had a much larger neck knob and it split Roxanne's head at her chin. There was no way to save her after that.

 

Roxanne has been gone a long time now. Thinking about her doesn't hurt as much as it used to but sometimes I still miss her. Treesa still has Roxanne's original outfit so at least I have something to remember her by. And I know Roxanne wouldn't want me to be unhappy. She'd want me to remember all the good times. So here are some of my happiest memories.

 

I remember when Treesa had me and Ken get married. Little girls love to play wedding and we didn't mind since we were practically married already. Treesa still has my wedding dress and the hat with the veil. Both my dress and Ken's suit were from the Romantic Wedding collection. Ken looked so handsome in that suit. Of course I always think Ken looks handsome and I was so happy that day I'm surprised I even noticed what he was wearing. When we stood side by side and he smiled at me I felt like the luckiest doll in the world.

 

Then there was that magical Christmas when our baby came, a beautiful baby girl with yellow molded pigtails. She was part of a babysitting set from Sears and she came with all the accessories a new mom could want. Treesa named her Taffy because the molding of her pigtails reminded Treesa of salt water taffy from the Jersey shore. Treesa loved going on family vacations to the beach when she was a little girl.

 

I think that covers all the big events in my life. I hope you enjoyed my story and I hope my writing wasn't too boring. I don't have a lot of writing experience and I said at the beginning my memories aren't all that special. But I made Treesa happy and that's the most important thing to me. It always makes me happy when I can make someone else happy.

 

Goodbye and enjoy the rest of your day.

From, Suzanne