The universe must have been listening to my thoughts this week. I spent a good deal of time on Pinterest looking at the art dolls of Cecile Perra the other day, loving the irregular shapes and asymmetry of her highly tactile figures. Really fun, mysterious, and even a little creepy. Today I came across three different tables with little cloth figures waiting for me. Antique handmade dolls, that I love. Two were most either Persian or Indian, one was a Turkish Ottoman (with a silk hat, no less!) and then a poor little one without hair and missing half a leg under her skirt. As the lady that had her said, as she charged me $2 for the little wounded lady, "She can hop." Prices were more than fair and I loved the spirits of these little figures. The one with a torn leg actually is cool because I can see what she was stuffed with -- tightly packed threads and strings. Most of this group was hand sewn, and the ones in the middle are especially beautiful. I think they are a couple.
It was so nice to just get out and walk around in the sunshine. When we came back Tim insisted on chopping back an overgrown bush using a hacksaw, knowing it would take me hours to do the same thing with my lopers. That is kindness. (Thank you!) Spring is here, the sun is out, I'm getting dirty outside every day, and life is good. My back is good. My legs and feet suck, but one can't have everything!! Cheers!