Shoes. The reason I fell in love with the world of Barbie was due to her wardrobe of tiny high-heeled shoes that came in a variety of colors. I'd receive the doll in its hot pink box, open it, and proceed to rid the blonde lady from the zapatos on her pointed dainty feet. I'd line them up on a table by color, marveling at the multitude of plastic shoes. Sticking my fingers in the little holes, I'd walk them around, modeling. Barbie didn't need them, I did. Oh, I'd play with my Barbie doll, but mostly, I'd lay out coordinating outfits to go with the shoes, excited by my expertise.