The week started cool enough with a fresh borage flower, but as the garden wilted in the heatwave, I sought refuge with my always uber cool Barbies.
The vintage Barbie used to belong to one of my elder sisters, but like their clothes, found its way to us little ones: my younger sister and me.
We both had a Skipper doll, Barbies younger sister, that we got from Sinterklaas at a party from my fathers work.
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