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The Barbie Pantheon.
Feb. 13th, 2007 03:49 pmI have not hidden the fact that I was a strange child. One need only look at the floating cats I drew at age 11 (part one and part two) or read their further adventures I wrote at age 14 (all tagged entries) to comprehend just how strange I was.
Just in case you weren't convinced, I offer you more proof.
In this entry I mentioned the Barbie Pantheon, and some poor souls mentioned that they would be interested in hearing more about this unusual obsession, so I have now attempted to put together an entry. If you click on the cut below you can read the entire background of the pantheon, which was put together when I was around age 9 or so and progressed until I was about 11. You can also see pictures of all of the Barbies, found in my closet...encased as they were against the ravages of time in their protective chest, I found that they were still attired in their goddess vestments, which was lovely. I'd hate to have had to recreate it.
BTW, a friend saw them, posed for pictures on my couch, and exclaimed, "Cool! They're so much more creative than any children's show from the time." To me, they look odd, but he was quite taken with them...and that's without hearing their backstory, even. So now I present to you the Barbie Pantheon, the product of my strange childhood imagination.
Just to warn you, there are several pictures under the cut, as well as awful teenage girl writing and a fair bit of slavery. Dial-up users (and everyone else, now that I think about it), beware!
( The adventure begins here. )
Just in case you weren't convinced, I offer you more proof.
In this entry I mentioned the Barbie Pantheon, and some poor souls mentioned that they would be interested in hearing more about this unusual obsession, so I have now attempted to put together an entry. If you click on the cut below you can read the entire background of the pantheon, which was put together when I was around age 9 or so and progressed until I was about 11. You can also see pictures of all of the Barbies, found in my closet...encased as they were against the ravages of time in their protective chest, I found that they were still attired in their goddess vestments, which was lovely. I'd hate to have had to recreate it.
BTW, a friend saw them, posed for pictures on my couch, and exclaimed, "Cool! They're so much more creative than any children's show from the time." To me, they look odd, but he was quite taken with them...and that's without hearing their backstory, even. So now I present to you the Barbie Pantheon, the product of my strange childhood imagination.
Just to warn you, there are several pictures under the cut, as well as awful teenage girl writing and a fair bit of slavery. Dial-up users (and everyone else, now that I think about it), beware!
( The adventure begins here. )
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