I love this goofy portrait of my and my Dolly Double (or, as I called her at the time, my Mobile Muse – why yes, I AM a fan of alliteration; why do you ask?!).
It was taken on the closing day of the Northeast Unschooling Conference (NEUC to those “in the know”), and I was going on just a few hours’ of sleep that Sunday, and gearing up for a four-hour drive home with two equally tired pre-teens.
You can see the tired in my eyes if you know to look for it.
But maybe what shows up more is the glow of inspiration, the openness to new possibilities, and the being receptive to treasures.
This little doll was handmade by my sweet friend and fellow writer and former unschooling mama, Robyn Coburn, who just happens to be married to James Coburn IV (yes; he is the son of famed actor James Coburn; Robyn has written a bio of her father-in-law titled Dervish Dust: The Life and Words of James Coburn).
I had been admiring these little dolls for a couple of years at that point. When Robyn came to our conference from LA and brought a batch of these little beauties to the Untrepreneurial Fair, I fell in love with this one – because she looks like me (same color eyes; same mouth shape; wild hair) and is decked out in blue – my favorite color!
She was on sale, but still over budget. And I bought her because I’d just had a birthday where I didn’t buy myself a gift.
So I decided on the spot that I was going to buy her, and I did! See how happy we are together? See my face alight from opening up to the chance to receive something for myself for no other reason than that I fell in love with it, and wanted it to inspire my life and my creativity?
That’s something I forget and relearn again and again, and which I’m now learning to make permanent.
Just last night, I took everything off the shelf my Mobile Muse, Dolly Double, lives on. It had been a looooong time since I did that – I’d been “meaning to get around to it” for months (years?).
She was dirty and needed some freshening up, along with all the other treasures on those shelves.
I lavished her with tender care, admired the handiwork and the little jewelry heart charms that came from Australia and had originally belonged to Robyn’s mother – a bit of herstory and female magic weaving through generations and across continents and oceans to come to me. Then I lovingly put her back in her now-clean home, with all her neighbor-treasures, with a vow to tend to her more attentively and regularly in the future.
And, once again, I feel blessed by abundance, and open to receiving.
Do you have your own version of my Dolly Double – something you treated yourself to even though it wasn’t in your budget, but that inspired your soul?
Share in the comments – I love to learn your stories and connect over shared humanity!