You Doll, You

For those days on which you are asked via email if you have a doll with the head and limbs still attached to the body. (The ruler for scale is 15 inches long.) When subsequently asked if one has clothes for such a doll, you find a baby-sized Harvard t-shirt and answer," Why, yes. Yes, I do."

Self Portrait?

Another blast from the past from about two years ago. Her hair has since been pulled out, and the facial features--lips, eyes, eyebrows--removed with acetone. Her featureless, bald head sits with several others in a box in the basement awaiting...well, I'm not sure yet just what they will become. Sometimes art waits to happen.

What the Mail Carrier Brought

Today's mail brought only one item, but it was a dollzy, er, doozy. I bought these seven dolls on eBay knowing that some of them would not require dismembering. The listing said that these had been in storage for 15 years, and I'd say that was correct. The box they were mailed in was probably what held them for those 15 years. I'll check the SPCA Rummage Store for dolls tomorrow and then make some time this weekend to inventory what I have and what I might need to fill out some projects I have in mind. I once gave the husband a t-shirt with the slogan "still plays with cars." Perhaps I need one about still playing with dolls, but it's definitely not the way I used to play with them.

It's Just About a New Year, Baby!

As my 60th birthday approaches, I keep reflecting on this blog that I kept during my 56th year. That would be five years ago, which makes it seem all the more as something I should do again. It will at least get me thinking more about photography even if it doesn't get me reflecting on what images best represent my life at 60, an age I once viewed as "ancient," later viewed as "old," and now try to think of not at all.

If you know me, you know I have something of a fascination with the heads of dolls and all that can be done with them. (I'm trying nightlights next unless the GI Joes and Barbies distract me.) Unfortunately, this toddler-sized doll at the SPCA Rummage Store is there to model clothes not be purchased by some crazy lady who might turn her head into a paperweight, or bookend, or Christmas ornament, all of which I've done with smaller heads.

As I was emailing someone about re-starting this blog, it occurred to me that the URL does mention that it is my 56th year. I guess that means that I have to tell people how to get here or let them stumble in on their own. Works for me!