This year's tree...
not the best pic...but I think you get the idea. I designed and crocheted the doll. People are always shocked that I have a "home-y" side. Just makes me wonder why for some people, everyone must fit into neat little understandable pidgeonholes.
To me, if you think that way about others, you limit the possibilities for yourself.
I want unlimited possibilities for my life. I want to be able to go anywhere I desire and do anything I'm curious about. If I want to go out and visit with a friend who works at the Bunny Ranch...then I want to do that (no I don't want to work there--are you nuts or something? I'm just curious about her life there.) If I want to sit and create a fantastical doll, or a simple pot holder, then I want to do that too.
For the life of me, I've never been able to understand why so many people have had some intense desire to control my actions--stick me in a box when all I want to do is experience everything I can in life. Why does it bother--or perhaps hurt-them so much?
I wonder why some men (I think of Thompson and Hemingway and Wolfe) are allowed so much freedom. Then again, are they really allowed it, or do they take it and damn the consequences?
not the best pic...but I think you get the idea. I designed and crocheted the doll. People are always shocked that I have a "home-y" side. Just makes me wonder why for some people, everyone must fit into neat little understandable pidgeonholes.
To me, if you think that way about others, you limit the possibilities for yourself.
I want unlimited possibilities for my life. I want to be able to go anywhere I desire and do anything I'm curious about. If I want to go out and visit with a friend who works at the Bunny Ranch...then I want to do that (no I don't want to work there--are you nuts or something? I'm just curious about her life there.) If I want to sit and create a fantastical doll, or a simple pot holder, then I want to do that too.
For the life of me, I've never been able to understand why so many people have had some intense desire to control my actions--stick me in a box when all I want to do is experience everything I can in life. Why does it bother--or perhaps hurt-them so much?
I wonder why some men (I think of Thompson and Hemingway and Wolfe) are allowed so much freedom. Then again, are they really allowed it, or do they take it and damn the consequences?
posted by Tish Grier at 2:27 PM
1 Comments:
Merry Christmas, Tish! The doll is gorgeous - you do beautiful work.
Hope the new year brings you lots of new experiences.
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