When my parents movedÂ a year and a half ago, we found lots and lots of my childhood things, but one I knew I was ready to take home: my dollhouse. The Christmas I was five, my grandfather made me a dollhouse. My grandmother decorated it, and my great aunt painted a miniature for the wall inside. It was definitely a work of love, one they repeated for my sister and again for my aunt’s daughter who was just a dream when he made it (they adopted her 4 years ago, several years after he died). This week he would have been 94, and I’ve decided the dollhouse needs some updating.
It’s been around for 26 years, and the layers of dust it’s had for years have taken their toll. I’ve cleaned it out and rubbed it down, but I’ve decided to give it a fresh coat of paint. Since last summer was the summer where my house was painted, I’ve decided it’s fitting that I’ll paint this tiny one this summer. In fact, I’m going to paint it the same shade as my house. But before I did anything, I wanted to take a few photos to preserve its original glory.
Each shingle is individually glued, and you can’t see it, but they hung the address, and it was the number of the house they built and lived in most of their lives.
My grandmother made the curtains. She originally taught me to sew, and I remember making Barbie clothes one summer. We also took the acorn caps and used them as “cups.”
The painting my great aunt made. A few years ago, I had the idea to remove it and buy a gold chain and wear it as a necklace, but it’s actually attached to the wall. It’s so beautiful and so unique.
It almost looks real…
Isn’t it lovely?
Now the key is to find where in my house it will live…