First, I apologise to Terri Gold!
This post, like many of my others,
features a doll with messy hair.
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| I know this is a pet peeve of yours, Terri. If you read on a bit, you may understand my position a little better. |
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| I was in WalMart with my Dad, when I happened upon the clearance isle. (It's a lie. I went there deliberately and with purpose.) I found a Liv wig and this Bratz outfit. (Actually, I found two Bratz outfits, but I'm trying to keep my spending under control. I put one back.) Look at that price! Could you have resisted? How about if you love the trench in most of its forms? |
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| How about if you had a girl at home who had nothing to wear but a hastily knitted bathing suit and some sandals that don't match her skin tone? Perhaps you are stronger than I. I caved. |
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| Fast forward. I'm not sure if it's been 2 weeks or 3 -- or, maybe more. Whether it be the time of year, other factors in my life, or a combination, I have been less than productive and not much of a joy to be around. I've been giving up. One, two or three times a day, I've been retreating to my bed. Today, when I went to empty the mailbox, I found just a lovely day, out there. |
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| I'm not an eager outdoor lover. I had to force myself to find a reason to get outside for a few minutes. Remembering this purchase, and that it was still languishing in its plastic bag, I grabbed the doll, the camera and the package, threw on my coat and walked all the way to our driveway. I took pictures. I did not bother with my tripod. I put my subjects in full sun. (Yes, I know better. I took the first spot I found to set up on -- the trunk of my car.) I did not brush the doll's hair. And, I thought of Terri. Terri makes beautiful pictures. I enjoy looking at her pictures. My blog entries are inspired (or not) by a variety of thoughts and emotions. Today, it was not perfection, satisfaction or even developing my skills. Today, I pushed myself to play. I'm glad I did. I think it did me good. Please note: This is in no way meant to say anything negative about Terri Gold. Quite the contrary, if I wasn't sure she can handle my odd sense of humor, I would never have made this post! |
