03.10.2026 | Dorothy

03.10.2026 | Dorothy

Meet Dorothy:
Dorothy is round, a little awkward, and completely at ease with it. She does not fuss over shape or presentation. There is something about her that feels unbothered in the best way, like she is either absolutely crushing it or simply not concerned with whether she is. Different textures, different proportions, and no interest in smoothing it all out. She carries a kind of grounded confidence that does not need to be announced.

Journal Day 31:
Dorothy came from the last bit of a fluffy white yarn, grounded with a bright yellow. The textures are different. The shape is different. She rolls a little, sits a little unevenly, and does not try to correct it.

I could feel myself wanting something to shift. Duck after duck, the rhythm had settled in, and I needed a spark. Something to break the pattern just enough to feel it again.

This one did that.

There was less adjusting. Less trying to make it look a certain way. I let it come out as it wanted, even when it felt a bit awkward in my hands.

And what came through feels almost indifferent to being evaluated. Not careless, but unconcerned. Like it exists fully without needing to be refined into something more acceptable.

It makes me think about how much energy goes into shaping things to be received well. To be understood. To be liked.

Dorothy does not seem to carry that.

She is grounded, textured, a little unexpected, and completely herself.