Welcome to my corner of the internet!

Here is a little letter from me to you <3

Have you ever wondered what treasures lie hidden in the forgotten corners of the world? Behind dusty old shelves, under or tucked away in forgotten attics? That's what most of my childhood was filled with, most adults in my life described me as a creative little girl with enough fantasy and daydreams to last the next 3 generations.

I always felt that being an adult seemed so boring, I couldn't for the life of me understand how so many grown ups were so bitter and lacked the joy of wonder. And then I looked at my parents, they were full of joy, creativity and curiosity. Due to their lack of bitterness and annoyance at the world, I never really saw them as "real adults". Naturally they encouraged creativity and viewed it as the biggest priority.

Never the less I was awfully scared that maybe someday I would become a gray, bitter, rectangular and boring adult. As the years went by, everywhere I went my creativity followed, even when it wasn't welcomed. It's a part of me I never figured out how to hide no matter how much I've tried. You see when you become "an adult" everyone around you seems to think that being creative and bringing a bit of whimsy with you is suddenly childish, naive and a consequence of lack of experience in "the real world".

This is a mentality I refuse to subscribe to. Now that I'm finally here, at the ripe adult age of 23, I've come to terms with the fact that I won't ever become a "real adult". I've also realised that I love to share my creativity and maybe I can show someone else that you don't have to give up your whimsy and joy for "growing up", just like my parents showed me. So here are my dolls I guess :) 

xoxo,

 your childish internet neighbour Tuva