The girl got another Barbie.
(Sigh. I know. I wasn’t thrilled with the first one that came into the house. Or the second. But god damn, she loves those pieces of pink-clad, Made in China plastic. And there are so many ways I’m probably screwing her up, what’s one more, in the grand scheme of things?)
She brought Beach Barbie home, introduced it to the others.
Can you spot the difference?
Old Barbie feet:
Mangled arches, good only for squeezing into what were (proportionately) 5 inch stilettos.
New Beach Barbie Feet:
Free-wheeling, flat-soled, with actual, honest-to-goodness TOES!
I realize this is a small change.
And that not every Barbie has these new feet.
But it gave me just a glimmer of hope.
Will my granddaughters be playing with Barbies with slightly less perky racks? Soft, perceptibly widened mid-sections? Saddle bags? Crows feet?
But those huge feet gave me hope for the future, however fleeting.