Would Barbie ride a camel?

First morning back from Highpoint Market . An interior designer’s wet dream. I wake up feeling like I am in a tent. Some of my twitter buddies and I keep the Camel Chatter going.

Camels are mystical beasts riding on the desert planes because they carry memory and water to sustain themselves & us. We need the desert. We need what Bedouin’s bring. And we need an Oasis.

 

Barbie in the Water

Barbie in the Water -there is nothing Barbie wont do. Caught a photo of a photo at Highpoint Market

 

Teaming with Passion & promise. Barbie is a mystical figure too. She is glam and golden California sunshine, thin as a pin with curves that would overbalance a real woman. Yet she holds a memory for us. Funny my personal barbie memories are of me dreaming of the unattainable. Wanting that glamorous world of platinum hair and the shiny stuff. The perpetual beauty who could do it all but always had trouble with Ken. Full circle the legends meet in a tent.

I imagine Barbie a swirl in organza in her tent!

Barbie Glam is sweeping the world. I see messages in visual and I know that embracing fantasy, femininity and our legends is an essential key to survival. Highpoint is a mega market,

Shiny glam that beckons us into the tent. filled with objects that designers decorators drool over. To help their clients. create personal tents to embrace, renew & live in.

Looks like a perfect Barbie Tent Chair, Spotted at Highpoint

Barbie is filled with she-power. She may need to eat more cheese, and drink some of those luscious martnis whipped up in the halls of beautiful stuff, and get more grit under her nails. I can totally buy into the Barbie Magic.

First we need a camel, for Barbie to ride on.  And a carpet to lie on.

Luscious Rugs that weave in dreams at Safavieh in Highpoint 

What is your Barbie meaning or memory? Is she echoing the beast of burden role of a camel, hiding her power behind a plastic screen? I would love to hear!

I remember climbing up to a high cabinet as a young girl. My mom was constantly moving things and this cabinethad a drop down door. My mom was out and I needed to look at the incredible Barbie outfits she was sewing for the school fete. I did not have a barbie, and I longed for one. The cabinet came crashing down onto the table top, smashing the glass to smithereens. I never said a word to my mother nor she to me.. I need to ask her about that.

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