Monday, 23. April 2007, 13:00:19
My beautiful #1 daughter came to visit me this past weekend.
It was an interesting time, to say the least. First, she has left her Hubby, so I will have to change my sitcky post, again.
But, her spirits are indefagitable. It is always so difficult to end a relationship, but she feels this one is beyond repair. I won't go into a lot of details here, because they are not my details to share.
She brought a few things from her house for me... a marble cutting board, a picture for the wall, which is a copy of one of my favorite paintings--
The Baths at Caracalla, by Alma Tedema.
Photo Credit: Origianlly uploaded at Art.comIt is framed in an ornate gold frame with very tastful mattings.. It is a poster, but I love it.
My very favorite framed poster has broken glass, but as soon as I can afford to the glass repaired, it will come here, too. It is called
Expectation, by the same artist.
Photo Credit: Orginally uploaded at The Art of EuropeExpectation defines me and my life on so many levels, but it's not bad living in a state of perpetual expectation. Hope always springs eternal. But, I got off track...
My Dad made a stained glass panel depicting cowboys and I hung in the window by the front door because the view from that window is simply the apartment next door, but it has lots of light coming inside, so my cowboys look very nice.
#1 also brought me another group of my Barbie dolls. Only 29 (of 61) are on display in my apartment. I have reached Barbie MAX... which means I can't squeeze another one in here without things looking very cluttered. Right now, the four display sections are tastefully done.
After living in storage, the hair gets matted down and the dresses are flat, so #1 and I spent an evening combing Barbie hair, changing clothes, etc. I am well pleased with the result.
#1: Do you realize we are grown women, sitting on the floor, playing with Barbie dolls?
Me: Yes. So what?
#1: This is an obsession with you, you know.
Me: What is?
#1: All these dolls. It is a little freaky, all those eyes staring at you.
Me: I don't think it is freaky or an obsession. It is just a reflection of my appreciation of beauty. Barbie represents the beauty that is found inside and outside a woman.
#1: Three Barbies are an appreciation of beauty. 61 is an obsession.
Me: Geez, you act as if I went to the store and picked them all up today. Remember, many of them were gifts. Friends and family members don't have to worry about what to get me for Birthdays or any other holiday. I come with a built-in gift list.
#1: There is that. You did make it easy for us.
Me: And some of these girls are expensive. I swear, a cocaine addiction would be cheaper.
#1: Wait! You're not putting that dress on that doll are you?
Me: Well, I was going to...
#1: What was all that crap about appreciating beauty? Give me that doll. I will put nice clothes on her.
Me: So, you do like my dolls and you really don't think they are freaky.
#1: Yes, I do. I couldn't sleep in a room that is filled with dolls. They would stare at me all night and I would stare back at them.
Me: Then why are you helping me to fix them, now?
#1: How many growqn up women get to go to their Mom's house just to play with Barbie dolls? It is totally cool and I don't have to worry about dolls staring at me all night or people thinking I'm a freak for having 61 Barbies.
Me: And you said I was the one with the problem.
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk. Um Hum. She says I began to sing long before I could talk:sing:
