The light is changing. Autumn, though not officially here, is here.
And boy, do we need to mow. Maybe in a few days. Fingers crossed.
We’ve been fairly immersed in the coverage from the UK. Utterly fascinating. My favorite thing is to hear stories about the Queen. This morning, Sir David Attenborough shared one and it made me chuckle. What a tremendous loss to the country and to the world. What an admirable life!
I’ll be watching again today until I have to coach at 2 pm.
My back is still troublesome, but I was especially good yesterday at following my own advice to REST YOUR BACK! And I did. I get bored and I want to be outside working or walking or even cleaning inside, but I can’t. It’s frustrating, but I want my back to heal and the only way it’s going to do that is if I stop all unnecessary bending over, etc.
So I crochet hats for the girls. Yesterday I completed another one. Olivia is today’s model.
I named this “Flower Child.”
She looks like those girls in the sixties who wore crocheted cloche-like hats. I remember it well. She’s awfully adorable.
I sometimes feel guilty because I’ve suddenly indulged in this new collection at this point in my life. It’s interesting; I have no desire to add anything to my other collections, knowing that I’m of a certain age, and I really don’t need any more china or pottery or vintage furniture. That desire has basically faded. But it’s different with these Blythes. There’s something about them that I hope you get a glimpse of when I post my photos. I never would have expected to have anything to do with dolls at this point in my life, or any other point in my life, save childhood. Who knew?
But they make me happy. Don sees that they make me happy. (Actually, they make him smile, too.) I have limited space, thank goodness, and I believe – never say never, of course – that I’ve hit my Blythe limit. There are a couple of customizers whose dolls I’d love to have. But I’m very happy with the ones I have.
I’ve ordered neck joints for Sophie and Maeve and when they arrive, I’m going to install them (I’m nervous about that) so that they have more mobility. It will make an enormous difference – much easier to photograph, for one, but also letting them show some personality.
And I’m comforted by resale value. If I need to, I can sell some of them – though, honestly – it will pain me to do so.
I’m sentimental, you see.
Okay. I have to go.
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.
