I guess we all can't play with toy trucks and EZ Bake Ovens.

Once again I'm back to being unable to control my urges.

Let me explain.
As a kid, I was not really a doll type of girl. I had little soap operas going on between my 4 pack of crayons (every one knows that any more than that just gets complicated and turns brown), what with the floozy red and arrogant blue hooking up and yellow and green being the dysfunctional secondary couple that kept getting in the way. The same type of playing happened with my sweet collection of toy cars. I had this pretty awesome car that changed from pink to white if I ran it under hot water. Therefore it was the cool one, and various soap-opera scenarios ensued.
I digress.
I never really played with dolls. I had stuffed animals that I liked more, and despite having lots of Barbie stuff, I just could not get into it. Maybe there just was not enough drama.

However. I have recently discovered an updated version of my mom's favorite past-time as a girl: Paper dolls.
It took 18 years, but now I've discovered a fascination with dress up - tragically for me, this manifests in me opening up sparkly pink web pages designed for 7 year old girls...while at work.

I can't help it. Curses to you glitter and flash animations.


And I hate it when the clothes don't snap on and I have to drag them into place.