At the Salvation Army Warehouse up Valley Road:
Me: Oh, I like that Barbie!
Myself: You don't need any more Barbies. You just got rid of a dozen of them.
Me: But she's really pretty and she looks kind of wistful. And she has a smudge on her nose.
Myself: You can't start collecting Barbies again. You have two and you promised No More!
Me: I like the way her hair's been cut, even if it is a little uneven. She doesn't have any bite marks on her or gouges on her leg, like that other Barbie.
Myself: Absolutely not.
Me: I don't really like the color of her lips but I could repaint them.
Myself: You'll never get around to doing it.
Me: Ann just got a Barbie. I should get a Barbie.
Myself: That's Ann's one and only Barbie. She doesn't compulsively buy Barbies.
Me: She might start, now that she has one.
Although this conversation seems to last a long time, it only took a few moments to go through my mind and I was asking Auntie Berman's opinion. Auntie Berman said weakly, "Well, if you really like her . . . " Later she said "Now I suppose you'll have to get a Ken to go with her."
Of course the Barbie was naked so I wrapped her in a scarf Auntie Berman bought. I think this may be a Bob Mackie 2005 Holiday Barbie. She has 2005 on the back of her neck and 1999 on the back of her waist. There is also what appears to be a serial number above the 1999.
She actually looks very nice in purple, so maybe I shouldn't try to repaint her lips.