I’ve
always had a love for dolls. My Mamma
found this little shoebox dollhouse in her attic a couple of years ago and now
my girls play with it. I’d made it when
I was in my early teens and had some of my little kid friends help me with
it. (I never had a little sister, but
the “little kid friends” became my sister-in-laws later in life. J) It’s tiny, so there’s only a living room and
bedroom.
It’s all made from little bits of things from here and there that were found in our house. There’s a definite Victorian feeling to the “vanity” and the wallpaper that came from a sample book. The slightly cocked chandelier is a gaudy gold button. The “mirror”is fairly tarnished now, but it used to be the shiny end cap of a bought biscuit can. The couch is cardboard, quilt batting, and fabric.
The little family was never quite perfected – their wooden ice-cream spoon heads were great, but the pipe cleaner limbs were certainly not gorgeous. And their wardrobe… well, that consisted of robes. Poor Papa must not feel too manly after all these years!
The Mamma’s hair is more mussed than it used to be, but I guess that’s to be expected after more than fifteen years of having a family of five children to care for. (Tiny Baby was lost at the time of these pictures, but she’s been found since, still fast asleep judging by the closed eyes and sweet smile painted on her face.)
The family Pup.
I
really haven’t changed much. I still love
dolls. And dollhouses. I’ve dreamed of building a real dollhouse for
my girls, but I know it’s a huge project.
So
that’s my project that fits in amongst all my other more important projects
right now. Someday you might see
pictures of a completed house! Someday.
"My tongue will speak of your righteousness
and of your praises all day long."
Psalm 35:28
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