Cocktail Windmills
While you may think these are small cocktail sticks, they are in fact doll’s toys and must not be made greasy or treated roughly. The Hittys are really quite adamant about that. They also wish to warn all and sundry who might fiddle with their toys of the dangers of cocktail sticks.
I found them on the table where the Hitty dolls had tired of blowing on them. The sun is shining through the french doors, and the out of focus wood stove makes a nice dark backdrop.
I used my 1970’s SMC Takumar screw mount 100mm macro lens – my favourite lens – it’s so nice to have a digital camera that can bring it back to a useful state again.
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Do the Hittys provide you with written rules or do they just make them up on the spot and you’re obligated to follow them?
If I lived with them, I’m not sure I’d turn my back to them nor would I ever, no matter how discourteous it appears, accept tea that they brewed out of my sight.
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Douglas, have you lived with dolls? I think you must have. Of course they make the rules up on the spot, and expect me to have known them in advance too. There are so many around here, I must turn my back on them because they reside in all directions. I won’t say they are like roaches, because I might pay the price, but you know what I mean. Everywhere, all the time, eyes following my every move. And, they do make tea, and cookies and cake, and the Argentinian ones sometimes prepare an asado as well. I am careful, believe me. I will have to get a picture sometime of a tea party, they would like that. In fact, there has been some heated discussion (green eyes flashing) about why I chose those three dolls for my blog, and not some of the others. So, more pictures would be very much in my interests. Besides that, I actually had a blog visitor today that arrived via a google search for the word hitty, so maybe another Hitty post or two could bring in a handful of readers, and double my audience 🙂
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ephem, your blog is the most unusual I have yet seen. I’m taken to another land of strange words, descriptions, images, totally unfamiliar to me.
That’s why I like it. Everything has a context with meaning. This photo is so joyful. Thank you.
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Barbara – thank you for your thoughtful comment. I am glad you are finding meaning in my blog, though caveat emptor would be a good principle as I don’t always intend for a post to mean something. But I suspect it is one of the things that is going to make blogging more fun when people like you are taking away from a post (positive) things that had not occurred to me.
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