Remember the Barbie Home? I guess it has had various incarnations over the years but many of us will remember the Barbie Dream House as the ultimate home. The modern ones (I’m talking 90s here, I think) even had an elevator. Fancy!
The AIA had a design competition to create the ultimate Barbie Dream House and, I’m guessing with me in mind, it was won by NYC architects Ting Li and Maja Paklar who came up with this….
Featuring a large entertaining space and chef’s open kitchen on the first floor the house also comes complete with an office, library and “meeting space” for all those important meetings we have. There is also a terrace on the second floor, a bedroom and an “inspiration room”. The roof has a green house and a landscaped garden and don’t forget those solar panels! Green!
A note from me…
Home is where the heart is they say, so as long as I’m near the dolls and Mr F, I can feel at home almost anywhere.
France feels very much like home. A lot more than where I was brought up in Yorkshire, say. But Glasgow was home for a long time and I have such amazing memories of my home in Paris (aka the Batcave). Last year my American friends made me feel very at home in California but I have never felt more at home in a new place than when I arrived in New York. More than anywhere I had ever been before, I felt right then and there if you told me I could never go home that it wouldn’t matter. I was home.
Egypt has been home, at this time of year, for the last few years and although it’s a hotel, it feels like a home.
The idea of “Going Home” is an odd one. We’re “going home” tomorrow. Not to BOTD Towers in the South of France but to a new(ish) home, for me and the dolls at least, in London.
A new chapter. A new adventure. Nothing is permanent. I’m a nomad Barbie boy at heart.
