In my life Barbie raises her ugly head, so to speak, far too often. I mean Barbie in the eponymous sense, not strictly BarbieTM.
I recently was given a some bad Barbie bits, and this is what I did with them:
Don’t hate me because I eat my mates. 
Sorry, need to scurry along now. 
If these abs could talk… Maybe they can.
Doodling and music are my main forms of artistic expression, but once in awhile I make a sculpture. (And most of my sculptures of the last 20 years have been Jack-o-lanterns.)
Last month the little girl in my life known here as Pizza Girl, asked for a new fashion doll.
I said yes, but…
I proposed to her what I thought would be a tough choice. She has a bunch of old fashion dolls, broken, headless, heads with no bodies, defaced, etc. I said that she would need to (A) give all of her bad Barbie bits to some poor kids we see frequently, or (B) let me create a Barbie monster with these doll parts.
Without hesitation, she said I could create a monster.
I still have three doll heads I haven’t used.