Aaron and I got this dollhouse out of my parents attic. My Aunt Sue gave it to me when I was around 10 years old or so. I never understood why my parents didn’t put it together for me. While I was pregnant with Jessie, suddenly I could take it no longer. We pulled it out of the flat packed box and punched all of the mostly pre-cut [some of the cuts were somewhat lacking in effectivity] pieces. Then we proceeded, annoying finger burns and all to hot glue the thing together. It was fun and satisfying. At this point I can somewhat begin to understand why it wasn’t put together for me. [laying aside for the moment that I already had an eight room stinkin awesome dollhouse that my sister built for me.] So then we got busy with regular life. Getting ready for baby. Painting the real baby’s room. Having real baby. So, two years after having Jessie with us [she is SO cute] I start to get around to the dollhouse again. I have painted on it some and much to my chagrin realized that they really meant it when they said to paint the wood BEFORE putting it together. Argh! I finally finished painting and re-hot gluing [ow!] some pieces back on and here is the finished product. Of which I am very proud. And of which Kathryn loves. [she better]
And a jaunty side angle picture.
So, dearest Mom and Dad and Aunt Sue, thanks for the memories. :o)