Ruminations on a headless doll.

I was going through some photos from the past year (yes, I was feeling nostalgic for 30), and I came across this little gem, taken last summer when I was visiting family down in California:

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The doll belonged to my cousin’s youngest daughter – and it was headless. My cousin’s eldest helpfully pointed out this obvious fact to her younger sister.

“Laney,” she said, “your doll doesn’t have a head.”

“I know,” Laney replied, giggling. The head was … somewhere. I think in her pocket. Laney was completely unbothered by this fact. She played with it just the same (and truthfully, if you’ve ever had to undress a Skipper, you know it’s easier without the head.)

It was a nice reminder that things don’t have to be perfect for you to enjoy them. And if someone points out the obvious flaws in your possessions, your life, your  blog, even your husband, you can simply giggle and reply, “I know.” And go on loving them just the same.