Wednesday, January 7, 2009
One year for Christmas when I was a young girl Santa brought me a dollhouse. Santa or rather Mrs. Santa (okay my Mom) pieced together and painted this dollhouse for me and now as of 2 days ago it is now in my home and my room. I'm thinking of putting it in the attic though today and surprising the baby with it when she is a little older (or should I put it in her room now?)decisions...
I spend part of the morning playing with my dollhouse and memories of playing with it surfaced and it was just wonderful. Such a delightful moment in time as I took out each doll and chair, brass bed and bedding, the pie, a little vase and cups, sink etc.
I've noted that a few pieces are missing: the table, the boy doll and baby doll but it appears most of it is there and intact.
There is also a pretty needlepointed rug that was made by my Aunt Lillian. I would never have remembered that she made it had this not come up in conversation recently.
My Mom ripped the rugs out because they were old and most likely yucky. Carpeting was more in style then.
Right now I don't want to do anything to it but, someday I may remodel it. Then again maybe I won't for history's sake.
How can you not love the spinning wheel?
Note: This year Santa brought the kids this dollhouse which is a bit more sturdy and can withstand rougher play.