THE MATTEL VANITY! I thought I had surely reached the Nirvana of girlhood when I got this gem at about age 6. It came with a cheap "tufted" styrofoam stool, but it might as well have been expensive damask, so deep was my love. I kept all my fake little-girl cosmetics in there including my fake nail polish, fake lipstick, and fake pressed powder. My imagination conjured up a lovely 4-poster lace canopy bed with over-stuffed white furniture in the background, and marabou mules on my feet, with a silky satiny quilted white robe around my shoulders.
Of course the reality was much different: the bunk beds with mismatched bedding, my youngest sister's crib, the piles of toys, the diaper pail, the chipped paint, the hand-me-down flannel nightgown from a cousin, the floor covered with the flotsam and jetsam of busy dirty kids. But this girl had a dream.