Yeah, I’d probably be a lot better of a customizer if I hadn’t gotten the snot beat out of me every time I changed one of my dolls as a kid.

Nothing was physical for me, but I was terrified enough that it would be.  Like my life would be eradicated from the planet if I crossed the ‘displeased dad’ line too egregiously.  And then he had me believing that it was me who preferred everything that way.  

This is why opening Egyptian Queen Barbie in the basement after like 25 years just resulted in sobbing, hahaha.  

But yeah, making up for lost time here.  I love some of my dolls just as they are, but to get to do arts and crafts and mad science to the others is still a consistent delight.