You see, I have this dollhouse, a very old dollhouse. My dollhouse hasn’t had a real purpose in a long time as it just sits all alone in our basement…collecting dust. I think my cat has even slept in it.
|My dollhouse. It never had a door.|
It was actually a very old and dusty dollhouse when my Dad found it in an attic years ago. I guess he thought it was kind of neat because he brought it home to see if my Mom could do anything with it.
After all, my Mom is very creative.
|A bedroom with curtains made from a ruffle from real size curtains.|
For a while, which seemed like forever, I wasn’t allowed to go downstairs because Mom was working on a PROJECT, a project down in our basement. This was nothing out of the ordinary because she always did projects down there – candle making, wreaths and so on.
But… one night I forgot. I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to go downstairs… I was merely looking for my Mom to ask her a question.
|The living room and stairs. The wallpaper is a remnant from our Michigan house foyer.|
I quickly shut the door and never said a word.
|What was once a really cute bathroom and kitchen.|
And waited……. all the way until Christmas morning.
Then I finally knew. The PROJECT was for me!
And boy, was it a beauty with lovely décor and furniture and a family.
|Side windows in need of shutters and window boxes.|
Who knows? Maybe someday, a new family will move into it and make it lovely once again.
|The house colors mimicked our Michigan house.|