Things that remind me of the '80s: by request

I did a whole series of these "Things that remind me of ..." last month, and Laura really liked them and asked for another. Never one to hold back on '80s nostalgia, I have no choice but to comply. The hard part was coming up with things I hadn't already shared. I had to dig DEEP, Internet.

My sister and I spent an untold number of hours making up dramatic real-life scenarios for our Barbies and their many friends and vehicles. This would serve us well even into our adult years, as we dissected every episode of Felicity with the same dogged attention to detail. Only difference as far as I can remember is that Felicity Porter didn't have a pink 'Vette.

Around that same time, one of us was fortunate enough to be given one of the disembodied Barbie heads, which you could use to hone your hair-styling skills. (I was reminded of the existence of this item when June featured it recently on her blog.) I think the most ambitious I got was a full head of corn rows, which I can ASSURE you took me the better part of a Saturday to perfect. Totally worth it, I'm sure we'd all agree.

I wouldn't say we were HUGE fans of stuffed animals when we were growing up, but we had our fair share. Care Bears were pretty high on the list when we were little. I think we each had one, and I remember mine as being light blue. Ooh. Or maybe light green. Shoot. I'm sure when I was 8 I thought I'd never forget. Little did I know I'd grow up to have the memory of a gnat.

We also each had one Pound Puppy. Again, I'm sure at the time I thought I'd take the thing to my grave, but I SO cannot begin to hazard a guess as to which one I had. I think it was at least partially brown. Wait. That applies to almost all of them. I can say with certainty that it was NOT the mauve one on the bottom down there.

We had a friend down the street named Laura who was my sister's age, but I was happy to play with the two of them -- when I had nothing better to do, of course. Here's what I remember second-most about playing at Laura's house:

She had the ENTIRE collection of Strawberry Shortcake dolls. The entire SCENTED collection. Strawberry Shortcake and Custard. Blueberry Muffin and Cheesecake.

Plum Pudding, Lemon Meringue and Orange Blossom. She had them all. I sniffed those dolls' heads like a junkie sniffs ... whatever they sniff.

What's that? Oh. What do I remember first and foremost about playing at Laura's house? Well. It was the fact that her mom served us juice in those tiny little Dixie cups that are intended for a middle-of-the-night sip of water in your bathroom. I could down juice like nobody's business, and I remember being embarrassed to ask for refill after refill after refill. Honestly, though. Role-playing with fictional fruit-scented dolls all afternoon could dehydrate a girl. GET WITH THE PROGRAM, MOM.

I can't leave the subject of multi-colored imaginary animals and people without mentioning the ubiquitous MLPs. That's My Little Ponies, if you didn't know. Oh, how I loved to brush that long mane and tail. Significantly easier putting corn rows on one of those babies than it was on Barbie, I don't mind saying.

When my sister and I went to camp during the Summer, we did all sorts of crafts. I'm not sure how much good they were for anything, but we persisted. Suncatchers were all the rage.

And if we didn't come home with enough suncatchers to fill every window in the house, it was only because we'd spent a little of our time in the craft hut weaving brightly colored potholders out of elastic fabric bands. Pretty sure these provide your fingers less protection from a hot oven than a Ziploc bag would.

Back at home, we enjoyed spending our meager allowance on luxuries such as Smurf Shrinkydinks! So much fun in such a small package! "Just trace, color, cut and bake!" And then use a REAL potholder to get them out of the oven.

We also loved to play with Play-Doh, although I remember getting in trouble for grounding it into the carpet a couple of times.

I'm sure it was in protest over something like my sister grabbing a key element of the Play-Doh Fun Factory right out my hands ... because HOW could I make proper Play-Doh spaghetti if I didn't have the TOOLS?

I hesitate to even mention this next item, simply because it wasn't something I liked. I don't think I ever bought a pack of these, but they were all the rage with some of my friends. All I have to say, even today, is, GROSS.

Much more innocent and good for actual play were the original Little People figures. Our boys have the newer version today, but when we were really little, my sister and I were the proud owners of a large, culturally diverse collection.

I was particularly fond (in my youngest years) of the Sesame Street cast of Little People characters. Gordon's goatee! And look! The lady in the pink dress looks just like Oprah in the early years!

We had the A-frame house ...

And the farm ...

And the school.

Oh, GOOD TIMES, Internet, GOOD TIMES. I'm happy that my boys have been able to play with some of the things that my parents kept, including the A-frame house. If it's all coated in lead-based paint, look at me with my hands clamped over my ears, humming loudly so I can't hear you telling me about it.

Some things are sacred, people.