Old Doll – a lawya lady

More Perfect Imperfection in Orphaned Vintage Dolls

Abandoned & unloved, broken, damaged & sad were these old hard-bodied composition dolls when they arrived home with me recently. Three shabby orphans

I’m Karen … an ordinary woman trapped in a lawya’s body sinning her way ‘round that cunning ol’ snake, the law & more ⚖️ …

& when I’m not in court, that’s court in the act in powdered wig & black gown, when I’m away from the courthouse, the wrangling courts & stubborn law, I live & work at Fat Lawyer Farm a funky little fat & fine farm with fattitude in the fantabulous Barossa Valley wine country 🍷🍷 in Sth Australia, the mother of all wine country, the dirt mother in fact . . . & where I think I’m going a bit soft in the head ruminating with marsupials, magpies, crows in the vineyard & numerous other creatures great & small of all shapes, colours, sizes & temperaments …

& don’t take all of it, all of the time, too seriously. I don’t 😂

& I’m definitely not a ‘Karen’