I am well known as a girl with a silly obsession with nuns. I have been a nun for Halloween at least three times ( and maybe, just maybe a time or two when it was not Halloween). Why this obsession? I don't know. I do come from a catholic family. As a young girl I often went to church with my grandmother, but did not see many nuns. In fact I see more today living down the street from a catholic church and grade school and my reaction is always" look how cute they are". And for some reason, they always wave to me when they drive by me packed into thier tiny little toyota. Either I must be staring or they are just wonderfully kind women and being married to god has made them terribly friendly.
If I remember correctly, there were sisters at my kidergarten where I was punished for writing my own permission slip to buy candy in the school cafeteria. Though it was not a nun that punished me. And I was a bit of a goth youth, yes it is true. But we called it being victorian, whatever that means. My teenage memories are convoluted. I do know that the nun habit was a great way to sneak in a bottle of "so you think you can dance" into the under age night club we all were so fond of.
Anyway, where ever this obsession spawned from it caused me to make a recent purchase of these little lovely vintage dolls. I just adore them. Originally, I planned to somehow work them into an art piece, paint them, photograph them, make little ink drawings of them. I think these ideas were meant to bring some logic to buying them because the thought was fleeting and now they just sit on my vanity, the abbot and abbess if all the other dolls and trinkets there and I admire them each morning when I wake up.
A girl with a nun obsession can definately laugh at herself. And this is why I am brave enough to post the proof - though I do pleed the dark ages and ignorance of youth. Don't remember the exact night. Halloween? Thursday? I don't know.
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