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These pillows got stacked on our wood box (aka yard sale trunk - $5) when we had company and I liked how they looked so at home.
This species is only seen with a well developed trunk like this in the wettest, coolest rainforests.
Pretty dang full o' junk. Note the four plastic grocery bags, mostly filled with vintage black velvet pants. Really.
The trunk of doll body, suitable for all 1/3 girl heads. The frame and the little angel in her stomach are demountable. There is also a 3D wings tattoo on her back.
#ordoll #bjd
I have read that the distractions and addictions we play with are the branches and leaves of a tree. The trunk of the tree is called codependence, a ridiculous word with no relationship by meaning to the word that makes it up. The sinister root of the addiction tree is shame. You can look up addiction tree on google and you will find many ads for rehab centers that have the diagram to see. The tree gets a bad rap, I think, even though the metaphor might be useful. Codependence. It's an annoying word. What it tries to convey is that the person who is riddled with and rooted in shame looks outward for some sense of his own worth, which is not forthcoming out there, because it is inherent anyway. Anyway, when that fails, all the shiny leaves start to look good, and are good, for a while. Who knows, maybe they are good for a long time or forever. Let's not judge.
Anyway. Anywho. This is not a post about addiction. Think of something else please.
When I am looking for a vocabulary to describe what I aspire to be, a tree comes to mind. Rooted, connected; growing curiously upward and strong; from a solid footing, playing in the wind.
Neotama mexicana, a tree trunk spider. There are not many of this type of spider in the Americas, so I feel pretty lucky to see one.
This spider hunts in an unusual way. It sits and waits for prey to come near by, then quickly circles it while spraying web with its two very large spinnerets, immobilizing its prey.
This trunk was in the basement at my husband's aunt's house. It has a label on in Italian that says that tells where it came from and big writing in pencil with it's owner's name (great uncle) and destination I think the marks on the front are from the ropes one the ship that it came over on. On top is a lead pig that my dad used to melt lead. I keep postcards and stuff in it.