Well, since I never got a My Size Barbie...

...I thought I'd make some My Size Subway Art instead. Do you think Mattel will go for it? Do you think Mattel knows why this type of "art" is called "subway art"? Do you know why this type of "art" is called "subway art"? Please enlighten me if you do. :)

Sort of like this almost-ottoman that Rick built, our new wall decor is the same size as me. Here's proof:

I probably could've taken off my fluorescent slippers for this photo.

Unlike My Size Barbie, though, these 5' tall panels don't come with their own personal hair extensions and painted-on panties.

Bor-ing. Or less creepy? You decide.

They actually began their lives as dingy 7' bi-fold doors that I found abandoned in the basement, which, incidentally, is also where I would abandon my My Size Barbie, if I had one.

Rick cut the doors down to 5' and painted them white (with oil-based primer first since those bi-folds absorb water-based paint in a not-so-pretty way) while I used Sure Cuts a Lot (the best program EVER if you have a Cricut) to type, design, and cut out the words for the panels in mostly black adhesive vinyl. Two of the words are in yellow, which is the color I am attempting to make the accent for our living room.

After all of the words were cut out, Rick helped me transfer the words to the panels using appropriately named transfer tape. It took some effort to make sure everything was lined up and not crooked, because even though we measured and marked where we wanted the words to be, the stickiness of the materials made this part a little tricky.

But in the end, we figured it out.

What the...?! How'd that get in there?!

This is really just more proof that it is completely and utterly necessary for your well-being to stash such an item deep in the dark basement.

I was certainly an avid Barbie lover in my day, but I was never lucky(?) enough to have a giant one. Or one that had been beheaded and glued to a plastic pedestal. How about you?