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How much for the doll’s head? It’s not for sale she said … but then I wore her down with my enthusiasm and for a few pounds, maude came into my possession and a dream was born. Fast forward a couple of years and here she is – transferred onto fabric and incorporated into a design of my own making.
I’m not expecting an influx of enquiries. I’m fully aware my tastes in dolls’ heads has niche appeal. And that’s the thing about taste – it’s completely subjective. So it saddens me, when individuality is so often met with resistance rather than celebration. What drives the tendency towards homogeneity?
I’ve had the recent misfortune to be in unconversation with someone, who when I volunteered new interests and passions, felt the need to repeatedly assert their opposite view. There’s avenues a plenty in life for challenging debate but for me that’s not a conversation or what I’m seeking over a sandwich and a catch up.
If we’re truly happy with our own life choices, why not greet an alternative approach with curiosity rather than instant dismissal. A conversation can be an opportunity to move closer to another by appreciating life from their vantage point. However, to converse we need to listen, rather than utilise the gaps to formulate responses which validate our own opinions.
Good listening is definitely a work in progress for me. I’m all to quick to enthusiastically jump in, when I perceive I might have encountered a like minded soul. And I have to remind myself that a turn taking hijack is still not listening, even if it’s well intentioned.
Still I’m gentle on myself – when you’ve been on the fringes so long, finding your tribe can be overwhelming. I started this blog to connect with fellow stitchers and thinkers and through Instagram I’ve discovered a world of niche – there’s a whole sub genre of #vintagedollface aficionados out there – who knew?
Maude was never going to be for sale – she was my personal plaything and on the dismembered doll head front, I was prepared for scant fellowship. So, it’s heartening to find that my tastes are not as singular as I thought. Encouraged by a select number of enthusiastic followers, I’ve created a Big Cartel shop to sell a limited number of wrong doll creations.
Take a look if you fancy flouting my wears and embracing your inner non-conformist. And if you don’t, I won’t be in the least bit offended. I’m very happy for maude to remain an anti commodity and keep me and him sorted in neckware for the forseable.