My dear friend Cindy (that would be Original Cindy) moved away.
I miss her.
She gave me a bunch of stuff when she was leaving: cool metal plant stands, plants to go on them, and the most amazing thing ever:
The dollhouse her dad made for her when she was little.
Cindy has two boys and the dollhouse wasn't getting any love. She knew, she knew--- that I would love the thing to death. And all the adorable little things that live in it. Which I do.
Of course I do!
I do kind of have a problem with a bathroom in the hall with no privacy, but, you know.
The only condition on my getting to keep the dollhouse was that I had to photograph it, as if I wasn't going to do that anyways! Cindy, here you go, love.
Some of the wallpaper was actually what was used in Cindy's room!
I love it as it is of course, but I am going to redecorate. Yes, i am. (With Cindy's blessing.)
See, I didn't have a dollhouse.
And I am all for giving myself a second chance at a happy childhood.
Oh, look! It's Christmas in the living room!
Cindy made those tiny curtains.
Look at the box that the little things came in:
I am imagining all sorts of tiny adorableness that I can make for the redecoration: tiny crocheted rugs, tiny scratchy paintings, tiny ceramics, tiny seat cushions in my fabrics. Teeny tiny quilts, omg.
It will be a Yummy Dream House and my inner little one is all skipping around with glee about it.
Aw, tiny kittens having tiny tea.
(Thank you , Cindy, for giving me something so precious. I treasure it and you.)