The only thing my tomboy six-year-old daughter wanted for her birthday was a Ken Doll. So we got her a Ken Doll.
World, meet Davin:
That’s DaviN, with an N at the end, not DaviD. DaviN. She invented this name herself and it’s been her favourite for several years now. She has many bears and dogs named Davin but now that Ken Doll Davin has entered the picture, all others have been forgotten.
She LOVES her Davin. He’s never far from her side while she is at home. The only reason why I have the above photo of Davin is that she started crying in the mornings when she had to go to school and leave Davin behind, so I took this picture and printed it out and put it in her backpack so she could sneak peeks at Davin all day long. It’s like her own personal Teen Beat magazine.
He makes a pretty good son-in-law, I have to say. He likes to sit on the couch with us in the evenings, sipping tea (he has a touch of the British about him, despite the surfer dude appearance) and making snarky comments about The Amazing Race. Any future boyfriends of Gal Smiley have a LOT to live up to, I tell you.
So after we’d had Davin for a week or so, Gal Smiley started making noise about having other outfits for Davin. We have tons of Barbie clothes, left over from when FameThrowa and I were children, but we never had a Ken doll so there are no Ken clothes. I naively told her that I’d get her some Ken clothes for Davin, but you know what? Mattel doesn’t make them anymore. They don’t sell separate Ken doll clothes, at all. NOTHING. What up, Mattel?
The major pattern companies don’t make Ken doll patterns anymore, either — just one or two Barbie patterns each. Ken is totally getting stiffed, I tell you.
So I hit up eBay and got myself an 80s era Barbie and Ken pattern. Then I spent all Thanksgiving weekend with a wicked cold, hunched over the sewing machine. I have lots of sewing experience – I’ve made lots of clothes for myself, from shorts to jumpers to blouses to prom dresses – but trust me, there is nothing so frustrating as trying to sew working cuffs on a shirt for a Ken Doll.
By Monday, I was hand hemming tiny sleeves on the world’s smallest blue velvet smoking jacket and wondering how my mother managed to remain sane. I’m sure I would have given up, but Gal Smiley came by on a regular basis with Davin to let me know that they both LOVED ME SO MUCH. So that made it all worth it.
And in the end, dude is STYLIN’.