When I was little – I’m thinking probably about 4 or 5, from what I’m remembering – my parents gave me a dollhouse for Christmas that rocked. my. world. I loved that thing.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but they had stayed up nearly all night long the night before Christmas, assembling the masterpiece that would bring me such joy the next morning and for years to come.
It had two stories and multiple rooms. My favorite features, if I remember correctly, were the flower box on the front, right under the sign that said “Jessica’s Place,” and the bay windows. Over the years, I accumulated different furniture items and odds and ends to fill up the house, and my sister and I would use random little dolls and toys as the residents of the house. (At one point, I’m pretty sure my tiny rubber E.T. doll acted as the man of the house.)
That dollhouse was the best. Man, I loved that thing.
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I remember helping Mom and Dad painting and putting it together. Lots of hot glue!
Oh, that's lovely! My grandma made a project of making a doll house out of cardboard boxes. Every time she came over we'd furnish it and paint it and supply curtains, flooring, and wall paper. It was so fun!!! I don't know that we ever finished it but it was always so lovely to work on it! Now that she's gone, it's one of my best memories of her.
You still want it? It's up in the attic. You know I've kept lots and lots of stuff.
Gosh, I remember looking for just the perfect little furniture that you wanted for this little house! How long ago? How I miss those days of being able to share with you.
Granny
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