It’s what’s inside that counts..

I’ve had a strange obsession with Russian Dolls since I was a little girl.

My Granddad brought my Grandma a hand-made set of Russian Dolls back from Russia. And on special occasions, I was allowed to play with them. I would take all the dolls out, line them up side by side, and them put them back inside each other. I was a hyperactive child, who never sat still – but I would play with these Dolls for hours and hours.

When my half-cousin was born, I demanded to know where he came from. My Granddad told me that

“He came from inside his mummy’s tummy – like a Russian Doll does.”

To his suprise, I was completely confused when I met my baby half-cousin for the first time. He had come from his mummy’s tummy, but there was no one in his tummy.

Very confusing for a five year old.

Moving on…..

I don’t know whether it’s the geek in me, or the five year old in me – but I have to own these Russian Dolls.

They would look so cute sat on my desk at work.. And, I could easily demonstrate to people that no, infact, their Word documents are not 34GB in size, they are 34KB in size – for fucks sake.