The Rose Queen

I found this doll at the bottom of a bag. She was in pieces and everyone commented on how ‘creepy’ she looked. In a way, I felt like I needed to make it my mission to show them all how beautiful she is. It’s funny how names we were called in school still stick with us adults I have allowed ignorant words to shape me, and believed others opinions of me without those people even knowing who I was. At almost 50, I have discovered that anyone can shape themselves and create themselves to be anything they want. Our boundaries are only a fictional wall that our minds have built. We are the artists. I’m enjoying this new outlook I have on my life now and watching my dolls blossom and transform as I create them, has given me a joy that cannot be explained.

slippers for the queen

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