LITTLE HOUSE, BIG DREAMS

I don’t know why, but I have always adored small things. The littler the better. I guess I’m just a sucker for the cute.

One of the items I unearthed in my basement is this little doll house. It stands less than five inches tall. My dad made it for me and as you might be able to tell, I did the interior decoration. I get a kick out of the actual materials I used. Real shingles for the roof, real carpeting on the floor, real fabric for the tiny beds and window treatments. And, of course, it is evident my propensity for bright colors started early on.

At the Green County fair, I bought some tiny blown glass animals made by a local artist. I don’t know what happened to them but they used to be the pets in this house. They were such a happy menagerie. 

For hours, I’d play with this little house, big dreams dancing in my head. What would I be? Where would I go? I acted out the myriad of possibilities with my miniature dolls and doggies. Though it’s not at all as I imagined my life would be, I think my little girl self would be happily surprised at who I’ve become.