Yesterday I spent a lovely afternoon visiting my sister.
As I hadn’t been able to visit her in a while, I hadn’t seen her lovely Ellowyne dolls yet, so I was in for a treat.
Now, if you’ve never seen Ellowyne dolls before, let me tell you, these are quite extraordinary. They have character. They have individuality. They have
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Contrary to my sister, who is very much into fashion dolls, I don’t care much for most dolls. Sure, I like to look at her – rather impressive – collection of Daisy’s. I enjoy looking at her Pippa’s and other dollies, but never have I felt any desire to own such a doll. Not since I was a wispy teenage girl.
Yesterday, however, admiring my sister’s Ellowyne dolls, holding them in my hands, I could just see myself owning one of these dolls. Just one, mind. I’d buy myself a bald-headed Ellowyne (she’s probably come with a wig, but I’d take that off) and turn her into a real badass dollie. Because, surely, she wouldn’t have to be all nice and gorgeous like my sister’s dollies now, would she?
Back home I spent all evening browsing Ebay for Ellowyne dolls. But blimey those dolls are pricey! Then again, I could save up
some a lot of money and then buy one. After the loft conversion is complete, obviously. Actually, after the entire house has had a complete makeover, which could easily take a couple of years. But I’m patient. I can wait for just the right time to buy myself an Ellowyne. I can even wait for the perfect Ellowyne to come my way. there’s no rush.
Something felt not quite right. There was that little voice – barely audible – in the back of my mind. Nagging. I ignored that voice until I woke up this morning, but then it was crystal clear to me.
I was definitely not going to get myself an Ellowyne doll. Not because they’re expensive. I know how to save up money so I can buy expensive things if I really want to.
No, it was something else entirely.
I do not need an Ellowyne doll. Up until yesterday I was perfectly happy without one, and there’s absolutely no reason why I can’t continue to be perfectly happy without owning such an absolutely adorable little lady.
I’m aiming for minimalism, and I’m hardly going to achieve that by buying more stuff – however gorgeous – to fill my home with. Over the last couple of months (has it been half a year already?) I’ve been doing so well in getting rid of things. Why should I give up my dream of a peaceful, uncluttered home now?
Strangely, or maybe not so strange at all, once I got the Ellowyne dilemma sorted, I felt so much better. I worked in the loft again for most of the day, and felt as happy as I could be.
The desire was gone. Just like that.