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The dots


Polka dot thinking is inspired by the every day stories that weave around us.

It has nothing to do with such polka dot icons as Hello Kitty, Betty Boop and Minnie Mouse. It has everything to do with the observations and writings of a rational woman who owns a cuckoo clock and has an irrational fear of the number eight.

Polka dot thinking believes that the remarkable is in the ordinary and gets ridiculously excited over covert moments. The dots can appear in any form. In this blog, observations are turned into poems and fictional vignettes and Christmas Eve reflections are re-imagined into social commentaries.

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Revels and Rebels XIII

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