Ugly Dolls and Writing

I meant to spend the day writing. I have a goal to send out magazine query letters twice until I get something published. So, I woke up and did some Yoga Booty Ballet. The foolish dance techniques combined with yoga are actually fun as long as the neighbors aren't watching. Once I was finished with that, my sister called. I talked to her while she made her hour commute from Orange County to the South Bay, which is a pocket of beach communities a bit south of Venice Beach. We grew up there and I never change that for the world. To make a long story short, I got nothing done. I cleaned the house. I carried the draft of my article around with me. I watched CNN and the coverage of the airplane that flew into the building. Nothing done. But, I found this image of these limited edition UglyDolls that are absolutely wonderfully ugly. I recalled the story of the woman that created these dolls. Simply, she was bored, maybe even out of work, had some extra material, and now she sells these dolls to Angelina Jolie and Snoop Dog. Right. I love a happy ending like the next person. What I love most about these dolls isn't just the cute shape and sweet colors, its the story of some nobody making it. We all have a part of the ugly doll in us.