Makeda Barbie

Yes, I want one! I spent an insane amount of time googling Mattel because I really want a Makeda Barbie... for my 30th birthday. I would even buy her a dreamhouse. I'm tearing :o)

SM [Sane Makeda]: Okay, rewind, what are you talking about?
IM [Insane Makeda]: Please keep up. Remember on Life in the Fab Lane, Kimora Lee Simmon's reality TV show? Anywho, Mattel made a Kimora Barbie that was absolutely adorable. She had the fur coat and the dog, and the round cheeks. She was basically a mini-Kimora, which by the way costs $54. And if you saw that episode, you'd know the Barbie is high end because Kimora had no designs on choosing between her dog and her fur.

Journey back to the early 90s, and feel my pain. I wanted the Barbie dream house with the working lights so bad, it hurt. I circled it in the Sears catalog with three stars for emphasis, pointed it out to my mother, and dog-eared the page to ensure she remembered. Can you believe she actually ordered my Barbie dream house that Christmas? Now, can you believe they were sold out, and Sears only sent me the lights.

I carefully opened the box, pulling the chandelier, the floor lamps, and I think two other lighting fixtures from the box. They looked like crystan and gold. Then I opened the door on our wooden coffee table, aka Barbie's house, and decorated the old apartment with the designer lighting.

I never got the dream house, but I was able to imagine my Barbies shining the prettiest lights on the most dismal situation. I took care of those lights as though they were made of precious metal, they were special to me.

And now, I want a Makeda Barbie with a dream house. She would have kinky curly hair like mine and wear gold hoops and bangles. She would have round cheeks and brown skin. She would be a comfy-cute chic just like me. I can already see her...

Hmmm... I feel like there is a moral in this story, and the teacher inside me is begging to pull it out: Sometimes we don't get exactly what we want, but as important as it may seem, it isn't. The more important thing is how we receive our gifts. Do we pout, or do we praise?

Ain't that about something? I can't even finish a blog without God checking me. So, here's what I learned in the 15 minutes it took me to post this blog. As much as I want a Makeda Barbie for my 30th birthday, I would be more than happy with whatever my Father chooses to give me. Why pout when I can praise?

Love 1 Cor. 13,
Makeda