The Search For Meaning in our Lives...

seems to be part of our basic instincts. Even if we don't recognize our actions, we reach out and gather things that mean something specific to us. I couldn't begin to tell you, why I might want an Andrew Wyeth painting and you might want VanGogh. Keeping with the folk art thread of yesterday, this blue bird speaks to me. He might be a penguin, or he might not. What ever he is, he
spoke to me in a small gallery in New Mexico. He was carved by a local artist who saw his piece of wood "this way". And now he lives with me.
Stranger still, is this little hard(molded) plastic doll from the 1950. As a child, many of us born in the 40's,50's and 60's had dollhouses. I remember these little pink "babies" with their white diaper and painted features. They came with a little hard plastic playpen or cradle..*VBS* We had alot of them in our house of 3 girls. None survived my growing up years. I saw this one on ebay and was instantly taken back to those warm summer days of playing in the screen porch with the dollhouse. Needless to say, I paid alot more for it than the 10 cents they used to cost...LOL. But I HAVE it !! And strangely enough, you couldn't get me to give it up. She needs a tiny plastic chair, which I have failed to find, as yet. The last item takes us back into
the world of needle and thread. It was a birthday gift from a dear friend. It's a trinket box, and I have old rings and pins inside. I love the beads and sequins, and it looks like Ebony..*S*
The pottery you see these few pieces sitting on was collected while living in Michigan.
My collection is large and fits 'my' description of folk art...maybe not yours. I'll keep giving you bits and pieces of things describe how I view the world. Cold,Cold,Cold here today...about 10 degrees.
Note to Forest Jane...LOL...no, I didn't put Ebby on the rug ....it was completely her idea. She poses well, doesn't she?????? *VBG*