I bought my daughter's first dollhouse as a kit for Christmas. Well, first, if you don't count the My Little Pony house that features a musical toilet, but technically that's a ponyhouse, right? And, we're not counting the Polly Pocket homes, of which we had two, because, um, those are Polly houses? Oh! Technically one's a hotel, and the other is described as an apartment, so... Anyhow, once I was need deep in mini-home construction aggravations, the neighborhood girls said they had something for L. This something turned out to be two Barbie houses, plus this and this. Then, just this week, I found another Barbie house on the side of the road, with furniture!
When I bought the doll house kit, I joked with the woman who sold it to me that if my family had to live in a small home, then our dolls would have to, as well. So the original plan was to have one small 1':1" dollhouse. But aquired Barbie houses tend to be around 4' tall, and in a house with a 16'x30' footprint, one of these large play homes is plenty. There was no way we were going to have three. So, we played dollhouse shuffle yesterday: the dollhouse that we kept in our house went to Oma's, the one at Oma's went to our friend, and the Malibu Dream home is now in our basement.
I have remarked on how I find just the things I'm looking for on the street. I also find a great many things that I don't need, but that doesn't stop me from keeping it anyhow. I believe that when you form an idea of what you want, it comes to you. I suppose I am quite good at dreaming up material thingsthat I need. I need to change focus to the more important things in life that I need. So, now, where is that six foot tall Norwegian doctor?
Apparently, I'm putting out there that I want more of these.
I should really try to stop my subconscience from operating, else I'll be buried in a sea of pink plastic soon.
I have crooked teeth from my parents and a wacky arm from a stroke. My daughter describes me as funny and smart, while she describes the other Linda from Mommy and Me as pretty and nice. So, I'm not pretty nor nice. I love the French people, French language (I'm fluent), French food, culture, architecture... In short, all of France! I'll read anything in front of me. I know more about middle school math than, well, anyone, INCLUDING my middle school math teacher husband (let's see if he reads this). I'm not happy if I'm not painting something.