Hazel Twigg NOT DEAD!

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Honestly, Reader. It’s not you, it’s ME.

As I mentioned in my last post, “Hazel Twigg LIVE!” I was going to do a series of videos and post them on Facebook and YouTube, and I did! I did my level best. This was all very new to me and really rather tricky. My brothers had grown somewhat impatient, wondering why I wasn’t also on Instagram and Snapchat, and why I wasn’t posting things several times a day. They had nothing but great and loving intentions. Nevertheless, I have since had an ever-so-genteel meltdown, with tears flowing down my face like the sparkliest of diamonds and hardly any snot at all.

I think of it as sort of a Stockholm syndrome thing going on here.

When I first moved to this small town of a scant square mile in the middle of nowhere ten and a half years ago, I had a hard time not going insane if I didn’t get out of town at least – at least – once a week.

Can you tell the deer guard is bent? It goes with my garage! I bought the car back when I was able.

Enter the winters. Sometimes there’s no traveling, even if you have the will. I learned this lesson my first winter here, where I had the worst case of cabin fever ever known to this woman. I HAD TO GET OUT OF TOWN. So I called a friend with a truck, and bless his heart, he hooked up my Durango, and he drrraaaagggggged me out of that last deep bank of snow in my driveway, bending my deer guard. I didn’t care! I was free! I WAS FREE!

When I finally got to Target an hour or so later by the skin of my teeth I was tempted to kiss the ground. Not because I was glad to see civilization in the form of retail, but because I was still alive. And desperately dreading the drive back home. I vowed never to drive when the weather was bad again.

Soon I was working from home on the dolls that I love so much, although my income was not a guarantee. If I was able to make it out of town once a month during the times when the weather was good I was grateful. Then came the year of operations with months of recovery time, which prompted me to give up my car altogether. For two years I bummed rides when I could. If I got a wild hair, which I frequently did, and longed to go somewhere, anywhere! I walked to the cemetery or grocery store instead.

To keep from going insane, I embraced the trap. I embraced it hard. A Stockholm vacuum as it were. A cozy cave were I could write and create and not comb my hair or wear a bra and I go for days where the only face I see is my dog Teddy’s. I often don’t set foot outside my own yard, let alone this little town in the middle of nowhere.

So going from that to opening myself up to the world just wasn’t going to happen. I love you madly and you ARE my favorite, we’re just going to have to take this thing a little bit slow.

But Hazel Twigg is NOT dead. Far from it! I’ve gone back to working on dolls in my cozy cave alone with no one watching and I’m feverishly working on the rewrite every chance I get. I’m excited about the book’s whole new direction and still believe in its upcoming success.  And 20 years from now I shall be the token old lady celebrity on season 57 of “Dancing With The Stars.” People shall watch in dreadful anticipation to see a legend author/doll restorer prance, and I shall surprise and amaze them with my nimble fluidity and my ability to kick high, for an old lady…

I’ll be doing a post on my current O.L.D. 88 Cinnamon Drop in a day or two.

And with that, I leave you! Never, ever forget YOU ARE MY FAVORITE and I adore you!

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8 Commentsto Hazel Twigg NOT DEAD!

  1. Sue Ann Blott says:

    Hello Ruth! You wild & not crazy girl! You have been stressed out & are going to be fine, my friend! All great ARTIST go thru a down time & you just needed to vent! So, get busy with the beautiful dolls remake & re-write the book & be YOURSELF! We ALL love you girl, cause you ARE MY favorite! Hugs, Sue Ann

    • Ruth says:

      Aw, thank you Sue Ann! You always warm the cockles of my heart – and I DO have one. You’re the BEST!


  2. Janet Panecki says:

    It’s good to hear you are back and happy – I love your Cinnamon drop girl – I am sure that her petite size will be an attraction – her clothes are great.

    Because you often have your dolls in nice warm coats, I have been shopping in thrift stores to find some old wooly tweed to turn into doll coats – thanks for the inspiration!

    Wish you well, and I hope all your doll sweeties find loving homes!

    • Ruth says:

      Greetings, Janet!

      I have a hard time sending a doll off without a coat! Those and hats are my favorite things to make. I’ll be right there with you at the thrift store in spirit. I love the thrill of the hunt.

      Thank you so much for your kind words!


  3. Denise Caron says:

    Hang in there… Work at your own pace. Electronics is/are not everyone’s friend. Planning on TYPING the great American novel on a typewriter, myself. Love everything you post.

    • Ruth says:

      See? Now I’m jealous and feel like a shyster for not using a typewriter myself. After all, I love all things old fashioned. Writing a book longhand would KILL me. I’m a “hard” writer. But a typewriter! That satisfying clackity-clack!

      HOWEVER. Several times I have told myself over the years, I’m grateful for computers. Because I edit and edit and edit and edit over and over again. My hands would have been huge clumps of muscle and the world would be bereft of trees.

      Can’t wait to read your great American novel, you pioneer, you!

  4. Libby says:

    I always find wise, funny women here. Looking forward to Season 57 of DWTS, Ruth!

    • Ruth says:

      Libby, me darlin’! So true, so true, about the wise and funny women.

      In the meantime, I shall start stretching forthwith.

      Much love!