A Confession

I know they're part of America's history, and that in a way, they can symbolize the dichotomy between opposites in each of us--light/dark, good/bad, etc. With a Master's in archetypal mythology, I ought to appreciate them as the purest example of the primitive collective unconcious in physical form...

But can I just say that topsy-turvy dolls 

give me the heebie-jeebies?

The creative aspect in this folkart is admirable--I know some doll makers over on the Maida site who have made such gorgeous examples, with their sweet little faces.  To see a real antique one (two?) is intriguing, if for no other reason than their historical value.  When I was a kid, a friend of mine down the street had one(s) that was Little Red Riding Hood with Grandma and the Wolf on the other...end. 

But there's just something about having two torsos and heads and no legs...it's like Siamese twins joined at the waist.  Poor things.

Maybe I need to get more in touch with my dark side (or is it my light side?) and embrace the symbolism.  Maybe I need to get off the computer and go write out the grocery list for today's trip to town.

There are lots of things I could have posted today. 

This is what got posted.  For that, my apologies.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled Thursday.