Today, on the ride from Albuquerque to Tucumcari, I imagined what it would be like to be in my doll room again. I was overwhelmed with a delightful feeling.
The small sun room has become a fantasy place of delights, already abounding with more dolls than I can count.
Today I looked out over the New Mexico landscape of small twisted bushes and red hard-packed earth and thought of Leslie.
I knew I needed some time to be with my husband, to re-learn myself, and it has been an odyssey. I have been thinking of expanding the scope of A Garden of Virtues in a way that will continue to fulfill its purpose for me, and that may include other dear toys from the past, experimental decor and clothing to rouse a sense of nostalgia and preservation.
Already when I enter the sun room it seems like an unreal place, a place from a dream with objects from my past.
I collect and create without knowing exactly what I do, or why. If I knew perhaps I wouldn't do it. I am not reliving my past, but I am also not creating something original. I am expressing something that lies between re-dreaming and dreaming.
I thought how wonderful it would be to have my childhood playthings again, to make things for them and photograph them with the knowledge that I have now.
Today in the old bookstore in Tucumcari I saw a tumble of children's playthings in the area where I was browsing the used paperbacks. I recognized a Deluxe Doll from the 50's-60's, like the ones I have been studying and collecting. She was in such good shape. Perhaps I should have offered to buy her, but she was clearly someone's toy, wrapped in a leopard-print garment.
It gave this Route 66 town where we are staying more character.
The small sun room has become a fantasy place of delights, already abounding with more dolls than I can count.
Today I looked out over the New Mexico landscape of small twisted bushes and red hard-packed earth and thought of Leslie.
I knew I needed some time to be with my husband, to re-learn myself, and it has been an odyssey. I have been thinking of expanding the scope of A Garden of Virtues in a way that will continue to fulfill its purpose for me, and that may include other dear toys from the past, experimental decor and clothing to rouse a sense of nostalgia and preservation.
Already when I enter the sun room it seems like an unreal place, a place from a dream with objects from my past.
I collect and create without knowing exactly what I do, or why. If I knew perhaps I wouldn't do it. I am not reliving my past, but I am also not creating something original. I am expressing something that lies between re-dreaming and dreaming.
I thought how wonderful it would be to have my childhood playthings again, to make things for them and photograph them with the knowledge that I have now.
Today in the old bookstore in Tucumcari I saw a tumble of children's playthings in the area where I was browsing the used paperbacks. I recognized a Deluxe Doll from the 50's-60's, like the ones I have been studying and collecting. She was in such good shape. Perhaps I should have offered to buy her, but she was clearly someone's toy, wrapped in a leopard-print garment.
It gave this Route 66 town where we are staying more character.
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