Here is one of my favorite dolls.
Her name is originally Vitamin C, but I think she needs a name of her own. I'm still thinking of one.
She's not wearing her original clothes, either. And I added a braid to her hair.
She looks to me as if she were really thinking about something. But she doesn't feel she has to say what it is.
Sometimes a doll can be very good company.
why was there an earwig on my sweater when i came home this evening? where did it come from and how long had it been there? it's one thing to find earwigs lurking on the kitchen floor, but on my sweater? after i had been out most of the evening? had it been there the whole time?
why do they call them earwigs? and what do they do with those pincers on their tail? do they use them, like scorpions? actually I think earwigs are pretty harmless. but i still don't want them perching on my clothes while i'm wearing them. or hiding behind the sugar bowl.
goodnight---under the gibbous moon...
