"When I was a little girl, my grandmother had these pillows in her bedroom that I was OBSESSED with. They were peach, and they were covered in lace, with lace trim. They were VERY feminine and therefore made perfect staging areas on which my Barbies could try and strangle each other -- my Barbies led very dramatic, soap-operatic lives, which is to be expected when there are twenty women fighting over two men, one of whom was ostensibly married ... And so this peachy, lacy dress of Claire Danes brings me back to a happy time in my life. A time when I spent hours throwing dolls off the edge of my bed, getting them addicted to pain killers, and dreaming up complex love quandrangles for them (my mother used to let me watch All My Children with her during the summer and apparently, I was paying attention). But while I got great joy out of my Barbie funerals, and the shenanigans that led to them, just so you know, I would never actually want to DRESS LIKE ONE."
So, when I was a wee lil' Ashley, my nap time was after Young and the Restless (even though I would try to catch the first few minutes of Bold and the Beautiful) and I woke up and came downstairs just as the General Hospital theme song played. (GH would continue to be one of fave soaps for years to come.) When my Grandma babysat me, I would also get a dose of Days of our Lives.
Also, whenever I sat down to play Barbies, I would begin with, "Last time I played Barbies..." and would do a quick re-cap of the events of last playtime in order to progress the storyline.
I'm sure this explains a lot about my psyche.
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