Now Playing: "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" -a Father/Son favorite
Current Mood : tired
Today was the usual Monday scramble. Rooting through Dearest Son's school backpack revealed the monthly snack and activities calendar from his teacher - wow. He only has three weeks of school left ! Where did the year go ? I'm just glad he has a week off before Summer School - and they're actually on the ball about that this year. I already have most of the information I need, and I should have his bus assignment in two or three weeks. This is the first year I haven't had to fight and fuss to find out what's going on !
Had a little doll time today, so I went to play with Shinobu. Couple weeks back, I boil-permed her hair. Freed of the thick hard hairspray Mattel had on her, the back was a chopped up mess and the sides sprung out like an umbrella from her head. No amount of combing could get it to look less like gravity had given up on it. Hence, the boil perm. This took *all* the springy out of her hair and more or less plastered it to her head. At first, I was rather upset, but I got to play with it a bit, and it really is about what I wanted. Can't do much about the chopped-up back, but the sides look like a human's would. I even managed to keep a bit of the curl at the ends, so I'm happy. It's funny to me, because last week, I was still rather upset about the whole thing...
Michelle, I've often wondered the same things. I think a lot of us are working things out using our dolls - but I know that when I was a kid, I was happiest when I was playing with my very small family of ‘em. So why give that up just ‘cause some other yape thinks I'm too old for it ? Who knows what bizarre hobbies the yape is into ?! (lol) There's a lot to recommend a doll hobby. They're as inexpensive as I want ‘em to be, patient with my creativity, and I can infuse five or five hundred with a separate part of me, or an aspect of life I want to explore, however I choose, in any combination, permanently or temporarily.
As a kid, I could be anything, do anything, say anything with my dolls, and as long as I played quietly, no one could stop me. I took this into adolescence, a difficult period for every human in one way or another. I'd given the dolls away, but no one could take my imagination and thoughts. And, after a year or two of being ‘the nail that sticks up is the one that gets hammered down', I chose to ‘take it inside', so to speak, and rarely voiced my opinions even around those I mostly trusted. So I learned valuable things - when to speak up, and when to blend in with the roiling mob, yet still be me regardless - but I was still missing something important. After some thought, I realized that, even as an adult, I could still use some childhood happiness, and take it with me. So I returned to dolls, and my voice came back with them.
Now I can make my outrageous statements and wear my weirdest clothes, because I have a safe place (the Lab and my site) and a supportive, loving home (even Beloved Hubby calls this place ‘Chez Insanity' now). I'm just one person with one voice, and that's OK. At least I use it again, and if the dolls help me figure out who I am, I say it's cheap therapy !
And Miz Velvet says she's fine, but five kittens means someone's always on the bottom ! Sibling rivalry is already in full swing !
