The Doll Collector
She rushes up the concrete walkway and painted wooden stairs to the stoop,
where she inserts her key in the lock of the old, studious door and enters.
Dropping her bag, scarf and keys in a worn chair beside the entrance, she kicks off
her heels as her gaze fixates on a smaller door directly in front of her.
Rushing over to it, she turns the knob and enters its narrow, winding stairway
full of wonder and magic. It twists up and to the left with light shining as she
pulls a hanging string. Small apothecary drawers fill the entire wall on each side,
all mismatched colors with little gleaming knobs.
The further she climbs, the brighter it becomes as an octagonal window at the
top lets in sparkling light to explore this hidden world along with her. Pulling
open select drawers, she finds the precious items she seeks, collecting them in a
basket, as she hums happily to herself. This seems to be the part she most enjoys;
the gathering of tiny ideas to put together a grand scene to film and edit.
She’s curated all these tiny bits and baubles over the years, creating this
exclusive space for them, tucked away safely, from prying eyes and stray fingers.
She is a collector, and as one collects, it is imperative to have a space to safely
store items of great value, if not to the world, then to the amasser.
This tiny escape, under the stairs, that winds upward and around to the
window, is that space for all her fabulous finds. They are carefully housed and
tucked away here, until needed and then they come out to be grouped together;
photographed and shared with the world.
Like a timeless tradition of her essence acquiring these poured over flea
market and antique store finds, to have them find new life living among her rare
collection of cast-offs. And bring joy to an array of eyes as they encounter novel
photographed storylines.
The life of a doll collector is never easy. It is the endless hunt for new
props, dolls, clothing items, creating from vintage fabrics. Pairing new dolls with
old stuffed animals to produce imaginary storylines that intrigue and capture
hearts and minds.
There tend to be endless ideas flowing through her. So off she goes to her
secret closet under the stairs, pulling dolls that she keeps in drawers from a
bureau. Seeking accessories to create the adventures of Alice, a mermaid and
beloved bears baby’s birth, or glimpses of big eyes wondering who the ‘new guy’ is.
Some ideas are written down for later use, but usually it all comes as fast as
lightening. Then hands will find the right dolls in a drawer and feet will lead the
way to the correct step containing the perfect accessory. Add some music, a special
effect, film oneself running up stairs or hanging a pendant, closing a door in a
picturesque outfit and Wha-la! A story will be born.
SL 4/30/23
This is the inter-weavings of a family, the tapestry of our lives; intertwined from one member to another. God has given me this word and it has shaped my creative thinking for years. I am grateful for what I have been given, although everyday is a challenge to mull over, isn't it? Take care & May God bless you greatly in our combined challenges ^_^!
Sunday, April 30, 2023
Monday, April 03, 2023
Romance (CRW150 Post #9)
Romance
Arms outstretched on bed,
silken nightie lay on rug,
winter light peeking in.
Rich smell of hot brew.
Smiles greet one another,
swallows chirp a welcome.
Childish laughter sails through air,
meal is ready,
sunset hums long goodnight.
Arms outstretched on bed,
silken nightie lay on rug,
winter light peeking in.
Rich smell of hot brew.
Smiles greet one another,
swallows chirp a welcome.
Childish laughter sails through air,
meal is ready,
sunset hums long goodnight.
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