It's never been an easy thing being named Polly. Everyone thinks your name is either Molly, Pauline, Pollyanna, Dolly, or any other ludicrous name (I once got my name written as KARLE on a chinese chopstix order... WHAT?) Anyway, people usually think Polly is short for something like Pollyanna. When I tell them, "It's just Polly..!" they give me this strange look and continue on with the whole "I thought it must have been short for something" story!
Then there's the constant abuse in preschool, kindergarden, junior high, and even high school (jr. high was the WORST!) when people would call me, "Bird" and say, "Polly wanna CRACKER" to me CONSTANTLY until I cried myself to sleep many nights in junior high. Let me just say, being named Polly is a special task that only some people are meant to be tortured through. I remember telling my mother that, "If I was named something else, I would have had a boyfriend by now!" (I didn't have a real boyfriend until high school). Some people still find that strange even today!
Now that I look back on it, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I am so used to rejection and being made fun of that I try and try again and it has made me SUCH a strong willed person that even my mother and father have a hard time saying 'no' to me about certain 'case in point' arguments. I guess all those years of put downs have turned out to be good for something.
Now whenever I meet people in college, they think the name, "Polly Bland" is so interesting. This REALLY puzzled me at first because I always HATED my names- all of them! I've heard that it's a 'movie star name' which makes me laugh hysterically because of all the ridicule I've gone through with it!
It's nice to finally have found my place in the world (for the moment) and to throw a rock down and stay a while in my own skin (no matter how much I change from day to day- I know THIS is me). It's a GREAT and astonishing feeling for me to have finally reached this point in my life.. and I'd like to thank everyone who ever told me my name was interesting, anyone who made fun of me especially, and those dear few that were ever so kind to me in junior high when I was going through this rough phase. It made me who I am today and I wouldn't be able to see things clearly without you. I REALLY hope other Pollys comment on this post, too, with their stories about their names and if they went through similar ridicules.. I would love to hear your stories! Or anyone's!♥
vintage red mary janes: Dandelion Vintage
vintage green 1950's dress: Salvation Army in Litchfield, IL
vintage plastic floral 1950's purse: Goodwill in St. Louis
vintage creme gloves: Salvation Army in Litchfield
1950's vintage floral crown hat: Carrie's Vintage in Champaign, IL