When I was little, I used to accompany my mother on her frequent trips to our local hobby/craft store. While she shopped, I would invariably find myself in the miniatures aisle, staring longingly up at the dollhouses on display, imagining how I would decorate each one with miniature furniture and accessories.
One year for Christmas, there it was - a dollhouse under our tree. Imagine my disappointment when I found it was addressed to my younger sister! To be fair to my parents, I was 13 by that time, and I think they thought me too old for dolls. What they didn't realize was that it was the miniature aspect of the dollhouse, rather than its potential to house dolls, that fascinated me so.
Flash forward a few decades: I was in a hobby/craft store, happened by the dollhouse display and felt a tinge of regret about the dollhouse that I never had. Then it occurred to me that there's absolutely no reason I can't have one now!
After searching all over for one, I just couldn't find exactly what I wanted. So I decided to build one! Undaunted by the fact that I have absolutely no building experience, I spent a year researching and designing my house, which I have decided to call Myrtlewood Manor. This blog will chronicle my building efforts, both successes and failures (although I'm obviously hoping there will be more of the former than the latter). I hope you enjoy it.
Day 423 - 434 The Heart of The Home
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