Monday, May 15, 2006
Dreaming of a Doll's Life.
I received a dollhouse someone made for me. It came in a rectangular, white shopping bag with jute handles, and I carried it everywhere. No one was curious about the bag or its contents, because they, too, were laden with bags, each one holding secrets. I finally found a private place to sift through the contents of the gift. There were a hundred tiny items to put in the dollhouse, miniscule things intended for other purposes, but with magic they'd been transformed to fit a doll's life. I put everything back in the bag, wanted to hide it somewhere, keep it from those who would spoil it, hold all the pieces close to my heart. I felt loved.