Babushka Love

I really love babushka dolls. I mean I really REALLY do. I know babushka isn't even the right term for them - it should be "matryoshka" (babushka means "grandma") or nesting dolls. But I don't care; I love them and I love calling them babushkas. There is something so bright and comforting, womanly and delicate about them... the variety of designs, mediums in which they appear is astoundingly diverse and never ending.

In my time
I have found and bought a set of Beatles babushka dolls,
been given a surprise set of golden-haired (sickle-wielding) dolls under my pillow,
bought the ones above on the recent mountains trip,

I have acquired a sizable babushka bag;
a wee purse for my music-making device;
yards and yards of cotton that I envision as skirts, aprons, pillows;
I am even known to wear them in my ears;
A few weeks ago I took part in an exhibition and made babushkas my theme - My items are now safely home and in the shop:
Babushka Lady Print $25
Nesting Doll Family Print $25
Two Blue Babushka totes (featuring my one-of-a-kind cotton) $23 and $23
And lastly my dearly loved Babushka Spoon Rest $26

Now I am just waiting on my unpainted wooden babushkas to arrive,
which I can already see
dancing along my window sill
in blue gathered skirts
with tiny cornflowers
and wide smiles...