All I ever had growing up was a Barbie. Ok, several.
Barbie was attractive, had a job, and fabulous clothes. She had everything I wanted someday. Still waiting on the dreamhouse in Malibu.
Ken? Check.
As big a dreamer as I was, there is something I never imagined I would see in my lifetime. A doll inspired by me.
I was the queen of the daydream. Most young girls are. A lot of it is fantasy. Some of it becomes reality.
Never included in those thoughts was a cloth replica of me.
Today on the show, I came face to face with Carold Linda Lewis' creation. She is a dollmaker extraordinaire.
One of her latest, a Bridget doll. (insert joke here)
Yes, When I walked into the studio, I had that odd, yet brief feeling that....hmmm..that doll kinda looks like me.
I immediately dismissed the idea, how narcissistic a thought is that!?
Little did I know, the doll WAS me.
I was far from prepared when Carold and Kellie brought me into their segment and introduced me to...HER.
Now, if anyone out there doubts whether or not it'd be odd to see a doll that looks like you, then find a doll that looks like you.
It's surreal.
Not to mention an unusual thing to experience on live tv.
Add to this bizarre reality, an executive producer who's thrilled beyond belief!!
So much so, she now wants you AND the doll in every shot until the show ends.
"Get the doll!!!" I hear in every break.
"Didn't I just have it?" I ask.
"Don't you love it it ???!!!" she persists.
Yes, I love the doll.
Still, 9:20 to 10:00 is a long time to hang out with a doll and "include her."
Above all, I realize it's an honor.
To have a doll created in your image? It's the best kind of compliment there is.
Now if she can just show up to work for me, tomorrow at nine...
