When I was little, my older sister had a
Barbie Fashion Show, a large, unwieldy series of folded and tucked pieces of cardboard that sort of converted in to a fashion show layout. It was pretty hot stuff back then, and began my sad fixation with
Barbie accessories. I would have loved this little closet - all very stylishly stocked with the best that Barbie could offer. Thankfully, I snapped out of it, and our Barbies became outdoor, four wheeling (well, we drove them around in empty Kleenex boxes) women with a need for speed and a love of danger. A few times, my poor Dad had to get the ladder out of the garage to fish the Barbies out of the gutters on the roof - we did get a little exuberant playing GYMNASTICS with them.
Fast forward to my newer, healthier, long-lasting fascination with all things Bernina. I have my mother's Bernina 1090 and I love it dearly, mostly because it was hers, and also because I'm so hopeful that her quilting karma will be transferred to me by some sort of magical osmosis. So far, I just hear her voice in my head yelling at me when I sew over pins. The machine is due for cleaning, so I checked out a new Bernina dealer in the area and came home with this - my Bernina "Barbie" closet. I had so much fun setting it up, and I still have room for more accessories. I feel very accomplished when I look at it - and count the number of feet I have added to my mother's collection. I love a good legacy, and the Bernina legacy suits me far better than the Barbie one would......
When I was little, my older sister had a Barbie Fashion Show, a large, unwieldy series of folded and tucked pieces of cardboard that sort of converted in to a fashion show layout. It was pretty hot stuff back then, and began my sad fixation with Barbie accessories. I would have loved this little closet - all very stylishly stocked with the best that Barbie could offer. Thankfully, I snapped out of it, and our Barbies became outdoor, four wheeling (well, we drove them around in empty Kleenex boxes) women with a need for speed and a love of danger. A few times, my poor Dad had to get the ladder out of the garage to fish the Barbies out of the gutters on the roof - we did get a little exuberant playing GYMNASTICS with them.
Fast forward to my newer, healthier, long-lasting fascination with all things Bernina. I have my mother's Bernina 1090 and I love it dearly, mostly because it was hers, and also because I'm so hopeful that her quilting karma will be transferred to me by some sort of magical osmosis. So far, I just hear her voice in my head yelling at me when I sew over pins. The machine is due for cleaning, so I checked out a new Bernina dealer in the area and came home with this - my Bernina "Barbie" closet. I had so much fun setting it up, and I still have room for more accessories. I feel very accomplished when I look at it - and count the number of feet I have added to my mother's collection. I love a good legacy, and the Bernina legacy suits me far better than the Barbie one would......
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