I have a modest collection that currently stands at 58 lovely dolls. All but a few are removed from their boxes and on display in my study. About three years ago, by a sheer fluke, while doing a search on Ebay for “Egyptian themed jewelry,” I came across the Queen of the Nile Barbie. She was fantastic – exactly how I pictured beautiful Cleopatra. After a lengthy bidding war I managed to claim my prize. Afterwards I did some research on the Barbie website and discovered that this particular doll is a part of their “World Culture” series. I was intrigued by the variety and scope – countries from Africa to Poland were represented and each doll wore a culturally significant costume. I explored the series further to learn that they had a “Princess” collection, where each doll has unique facial features representative of each culture – and that’s what finally hooked me – I realized that Barbie produced dolls that were not simply carbon copies of each other. Dolls should be unique – just like people.

I hear that all the time. I’d say that 90% simply don’t believe me. I’ve had some that insist on visiting my house. Some want me to bring a doll into work as proof. Others want to see photos. Once I start talking about my collection it’s a bit easier for them to believe – as one of my favorite hobbies is traveling, both international and domestic. I love experiencing new cultures, odd festivals, and off the beaten path adventures. When I talk about the costumes of each doll, most people are surprised to discover that Barbie isn’t just a fashion plate children’s toy – almost as surprised as they were to discover that I’m a collector.

Without a doubt, he should have a facial piercing or a tattoo. OK, maybe not, but I know for sure he should be just as diverse as she is – as traveled, strong, kind, and independent. So…I guess that pretty much means they need to start producing my husband as their new Ken doll – sans the body jewelry and ink.