plastic and her dress is made out of paper -
and she doesn't hold a candle to Kristi.
So in a half-dazed stupor I suggested that they use rubber bands and paper towels and make some.
One week and a couple of rolls of paper towels, scotch tape, and boxes of kleenexes later, Barbie, Army "Ken" (our boy doll that speaks a foreign language) and the collection of undressed and footless brats dolls had been dressed and re-dressed in an impressive and very inventive array of wedding attire, which Emma cleverly documented in these photos.
Aren't girls (and Barbie) swell?