week 25 in my “this is where i am from” year long project:
I remember wanting the dollhouse for a very long time. I remember getting a full sheet of quarter inch plywood for my birthday, the hours and hours spent with my father in the basement on winter evenings working on the house and the importance of having a plan and measuring twice and cutting once etc, etc.
It had real wood shingles and flower boxes under windows with a diamond lead pattern made from tiny and precisely cut strips of black electrical tape on rectangles of plexi glass that fit perfectly into each little window opening. It was carefully decorated and furnished with things either made by me, purchased with saved allowance or acquired on birthdays and holidays – every bit of it treasured and wonderfully fancy and precious and magic and small.
I still have much of he furniture and little things I made – I used some of it for the bird production of red riding hood.
And here are a couple things I made. The chair is made from a mini cereal box and an old bathrobe – I made it with my brilliant Aunt Rita on a summer I spent with her that was largely devoted to creating things for the little house.