Mood:
chillin'Now Playing: "Kinsey" - more below
Slow, quiet day. We mostly watched rented movies. Sahara and National Treasure were both better than we thought they'd be, but the real surprise was Kinsey. I thought it'd be arid and a little boring, but like the titular man himself, I was curious. It turned out to be witty, even a little difficult, but full of life. The characters were solid and believable, just normal folks in their day-to-day lives that just happen to be soaked in sex research. I wouldn't hesitate to recommend any of the three, but for a more adult movie, Kinsey was more than expected, and very, very real. Be thou informed, though - both male and female nudity here, especially full-frontal from the eye-friendly Peter Sarsgaard, portraying a research assistant with...well, I'm not gonna go there.
Actually, we didn't even leave the house until it was time to pick up Dearest Son from his overnight at DearILs. Some days it's nice to just putter around. But I didn't get anything really done. I'd thought to hit a yard sale or two, maybe the GoodWill down the street, but really, why ? Everyone's closets are crammed, toys and hobby supplies take up most of what would be available floor space in anyone else's house, and we're well-fed. Maybe I'm so used to spending a few bucks every weekend that it felt weird to not do so, even when there were other things to do.
I still feel like a weird bird in any flock of 'doll collectors'. I'm a member of one group, owner has a pattern CD I bought. Not a ton of traffic, so even though it's not a lotta help, I stay with it from a sense of wanting community. Wanting to feel like part of a group's not a bad thing, but it can turn quickly if you expect too much. Or if the group expects everyone to be just like them, financially, religiously, or politically. Ask me how I know (MSBgroupcough). Anyway, the owner, a nice person, bought a certain Tonner doll. Not realizing she'd already bought it. So she's offering the second one for sale at a slight loss. I can't help but scratch my head in wonder. Unless a doll shop double-billed and double-sent, I have no idea how anyone can not realize they already have that one. I know lotsa folks have more resources than me, but if there's that many, how can you treasure and love what you have...especially when you can't keep track ?
Prego had a poll a few weeks ago, 'How many Tonner dolls do you have ?' and I was all set to supply my shocking answer. I mean, '2' is gonna be surprising to folks with triple digits in theirs, but they're not actually sure how many they have, there may be more. But I didn't finish my reply. Someone else confessed to a small number - say, 14 - and the Pregoites were shocked to their socks. I was concerned my answer would either engender heart failure or garner me harsh words for not supporting doll manufacturers. So I took myself out of it.
I think the hardest thing is to realize that your rules aren't everyone's rules. Your situation is not like everyone else's, even if you agree with everyone in the community. Even the self-proclaimed 'po folks' in any group still manage to find ways to get what they want, and they probably don't use ways you'd do yourself. I can't judge or even get indignant anymore. All I can do is sigh and wonder how many people plug the holes in their lives, one $75. piece of vinyl at a time. I plug mine one creative project at a time, doesn't make me better. If we had unlimited funds, it's possible I'd have a doll house - a full-size house of nothin' but my dolls. But we don't, and my doll-spending is averaging about $5. a week. Hell, my allowance was about that when I was twelve ! :)
But I'm happy, even when I'm sewing something for practice rather than need or even desire. Sometimes it's enough to know you can. Sometimes ya just want something new. Often there's a hole. But your life's experiences can't possibly lead you where you think everyone else is going. Really, we're all going to our own destinations, it just looks like we're a herd. It's OK to go your own way, but still want the security and enjoyment of a group. Just don't lose who you are in a herd. Herds are cheap. You are priceless.
