Holly Hobby Ovens

UPDATE: 11/10/08 – I WON!  In your FACE!!!  Now, I just have to wait!

When I was a child, I had many prized possessions. The status of each fluctuated nearly daily. Sometimes, Barbie was queen. Other times, the Cabbage Patch doll was front & center. Throw in the mix the lovable antics of the Baby Alive (you feed her & she poops, gosh dang it) and I was kept in stitches for hours…nay, DAYS.

Though these amusements were very substantial, there was one toy that stood out from the pack. This gem is called the Holly Hobbie Oven.

 

Holly Hobbie Oven

Yes, my friends – behold the wonder of Holly. Even in her shabby splendor, she shines like the true beacon of light & hope for which she was meant.

I loved my Holly Hobbie Oven. The magical way in which she baked delicious goodness was astounding. Nevermind the fact that the cakes were rubbery on the edges and uncooked in the center. A blind eye was gladly turned to the fact that it took over an hour to bake one lovely treat. And shut your mouth about the pancake shape of the cakes…I am just talkin’ bout Holly…sigh. I even continued to cheerfully bake long after I had misplaced the little pan & had to improvise with various household items. (Note to self, pickle jar lids only serve to create pickle flavored cakes).

As with all things in nature, I started to grow up. With this newfound maturity, I found that I had less time for Holly. Even though I had other adolescent pursuits to conquer, I never really turned my back on Holly. In fact, she always held a place of prominence in my room. I didn’t play with her much, but I always knew she was there…watching over me, if you will…until one fateful day.

My mother has what some people call a “short fuse”. One day, she was babysitting some bratty kids who had basically ransacked my room. When she started to put it back together, she discovered that these hooligans had removed my Holly Hobbie Oven from its perch & had plugged it in. Even though the 40 watt lightbulb housed inside couldn’t have really done any damage, my mom freaked out & did the unthinkable. She yanked the cord out of the wall & cut the power cord off with a pair of scissors!! SCISSORS!!!!!! When I realized what she had done, I was inconsolable. I felt that those steely implements of death had cut the cord to my very soul. MY SOUL.

This incident was followed by years of strife and discontent..until today, that is. Below, you will find one Ebay auction listing. Please pay special attention to the description of the item &, of course, the high bidder. In your face, life!!!

Ebay auction