Falling Apart
So. I took Moira out to Pistolstræde for some photos, which went great right up until I, being the clumsy bitch I am, fell. Moira took the brunt of it.
Her hand was mangled, bent out of shape, a thumb detached — it was a mess. I sat down and tried to remove the hand, and rather than popping out cleanly like it's supposed to, the hand came away but the wrist mechanism stayed behind, firmly lodged inside the wrist. A clusterfuck, in short.
I wasn't able to fish it out, having no tools whatsoever on me. I did my best to hide it in pictures. Now you know why she only has her hand visible in one shot. I couldn't laugh at it until the annoyance had subsided.
When I got home, I made the executive decision to rebody her, as I had a spare. I'll eventually have to fish out that wrist mechanism... but today is not that day.
New body sorted, disaster averted. Or so I thought.
Fast-forward to this morning. I'm wanting to change Moira's outfit but I'm wrangling two unruly puppies who are dueling to the death. Or at least, that's how they undoubtedly view it. Really it's just post-walk zoomies and being underfoot while chasing each other. I'm clumsy enough on my own, guys. I do not want to add "I stepped on my tiny dog" to my list of life events, ever. So I handed Moira to my husband and asked him to remove the jeans she had on while I grabbed some dog toys and tried to distract the fluffy balls of chaos.
Rather than doing this in any way that resembles normal human behavior, he grabbed her leg and gave it a really hard yank.
HER LEG CAME OFF.
Reader, I shrieked.
The puppy activity ceased.
The condo fell silent.
My husband set Moira down like she was porcelain, with an "Oh my god, did I break her?" and we both held our breath. This poor doll cannot catch a break — and honestly, it almost feels like lately, neither can I.
After carefully and properly removing the jeans, I discovered something I'd apparently been completely oblivious to: you can remove a curvy made-to-move Barbie's legs. I had no idea, and I'm honestly kind of impressed. Yet another thing that everyone else knows and I didn't, probably.
I'm relieved. I handed her back to my husband and asked him to “fix it”. I kid you not, he POPPED OFF HER OTHER LEG. It was SO ABSURD. After our laughter subsided, he offered to put them back on for me, which I will take him up on…but I had to get a picture of her like that first.
Did you know the legs pop off? Anyway, see you next time. Have a good Sunday.
