It was about this time of the year when I was a kid that my mom would bring home the Sears Christmas Wish Book Catalog. There were four of us kids all waiting to get our grubby hands on that dream book and find the toy section. But by the middle of December we didn’t even have to search for that beloved section. It had been viewed so much it would just automatically fall open to the coveted new toys we all hoped that Santa would bring us good little girls and boys.
I was a Barbie girl through and through. I enjoyed many hours of fun with my Barbie Dolls. I had a blast just changing their clothes. My Barbies were the fashionistas, they had quite a wardrobe thanks to my dear mother. One Christmas my mom bought a sewing pattern for Barbie clothes and made a bajillion outfits for my sister and I. She only did that one year, she said she almost went insane sewing those tiny outfits, late at night while we were asleep. I always wondered why her eyes were like XX’s in the morning. She was such a good elf. Thanks mom!
Back to the Wish Book…One Christmas I could not believe my Barbie eyes…a spinning kitchen for my Barbie’s cooking and cleaning pleasures. Maybe my Barbies needed more than a wonderful wardrobe, maybe they needed a….
Oh my goodness, it had it all. Not only did it have a dishwasher, stove, oven, sink and refrigerator, but it had a freaking washer and dryer too. And everything lit up, turned, spun and I just had to have it. Check out the picture..that extraordinary kitchen even has a TV and a telephone. I remember gazing upon that ultimate kitchen, wishing, hoping and probably praying that Santa would bring my Barbies that glorious kitchen.
I am pleased to report that Santa heard my non-stop begging, pleading and constant praise of that Karosel Kitchen and on Christmas morning it was placed under the tree with my name on it. It was everything I hoped it would be and I played many hours with my Barbies….cooking, cleaning, doing laundry….wait….that sounds like housework!
I wonder if my continuous hours of “play” with the Karosel Kitchen is the reason I do not enjoy cooking, cleaning, or doing laundry in my real kitchen today?
Maybe my Barbies should have stuck with modeling their fashionable wardrobes.