Day 189

Welcome to the dollhouse

 My dollhouse

My dollhouse

I could not talk about my mother without talking about her love of miniatures.  In addition to being an amazing chef, my mother was an incredible miniaturist, she made the most incredible room boxes, and miniatures.  There will be pictures of those in future posts for sure.  This is the dollhouse my mother gave me when I was 8 years old.  I was instantly hooked.  I have never been able to, nor have I wanted to, let go of this dollhouse.  Over the years, I have done sporadic work on it, it is actually painted the same color as the exterior of our house in Long Island, and I attempted to shingle the roof.  It has found a new lease in life with my daughters.  Nothing makes me happier than to see them play with it, and I know my mother loved that as well.  In addition to her clothing, I have also inherited her vast miniature collection. Now that, I truly have no idea what to do with, but again, can't just throw out.  While my girls are still young, I parse out the things I think they will enjoy.  It's a sweet hobby really, I think there is such magic in those tiny little works of art.