tin dollhouse

Recently I found this dollhouse at an estate sale. The little kid in me bought it. The grown up in me said over and over (in a rather rude voice I might add) don't buy it.




But as you can see I was a rather spiteful child and bought it anyway. There is a guilt I carry around when I buy stuff that quenches some childish "ooohhhh I really want that" especially when my husband is far, far away...sleeping in a tent. Even though he is forever gracious and always bright and sunny and laughs at my deep sighing emotions about selfish purchases. I have been a stay at home mother for over 16 years now and still feel funny spending needlessly on myself.

Now that I have said all that do you still want to see it?


I feel an obligation to it now, to take care of it you know...in sickness and in health. It was so dusty and sat neglected for years. Just waiting for that magical day when it would ride home down a bumpy country road into loving hands. It was fate, right?

Maybe you could come over and we could play house? I'll put on some hot water for tea and you can vacuum, dust and mop....