A Halloween Victory!

Last Halloween was a sorry affair in The Dollhouse. I have long suffered from a disease known as pumpkin procrastination. Most years, I try to wait to buy a pumpkin until a few days before Halloween. This approach often leaves me searching fruitlessly for a gourd, stopping at every grocery store within an unreasonable radius…

The Secret in Our Basement

I have a confession. Here we are, on the evening of January 23rd, and The Electrician and I have not yet taken down our Christmas tree. I’m sure we’re not the only folks who are festive long beyond the time it’s appropriate to be so, but it’s a little embarrassing nonetheless. Normally, people take down…

Keys to Modern Living

Folks, it’s a red-letter day here in the dollhouse. Aside from The Electrician once again being the only non-neutered party in the place since Quest was fixed this week, lots of changes are in the works. My sweetie is currently asserting his masculinity by installing our brand-new appliance: a dishwasher. That’s right. Mr. and Mrs….

Swashbuckler

Surprises are part of homeownership, particularly for a person who bought a vintage dollhouse in an older neighbourhood. Thankfully, most of the unexpected discoveries in my house have been positive, like the strange noise that started up in my basement in the wee hours one morning last spring. Apparently, a sump pump can sound like…

Couch Potato

As we drove home past the cemetery one neighbourhood over today, I mentioned to The Electrician the historical tours that particular graveyard has been offering lately, and asked if he’d like to join me some time for a look around. I like graveyards and enjoy visiting them; my beloved is not so enthusiastic about marble…

Well Hellooo!

Apparently, I dropped off the face of the earth for a short time. It wasn’t necessarily intentional, beloved readers, for me to stop writing for more than a week. I missed you, actually. Over the last few days, I decided to spend time with people in person rather than people via the internet. The Electrician,…

A Haystack of Needles

When I bought the dollhouse two summers ago, all the paperwork stated it was built in 1950. I love older homes with character, and mine certainly has a personality all its own. Around the summer of 1950, the original owners of this wee house (I’m only the third) planted two spruce trees on the lawn,…

Missing Something

Every now and again, I get the greatest idea ever. When I was a kid, inspiration came from nature, food, and Raffi. Now I seem to get my ideas the way most modern folks do. Thank you, internet. I stumbled across a slideshow this afternoon on Slate magazine, which is an online publication I read…

Delicate Hands

I was folding laundry or doing something else mature and/or productive this weekend when I heard a tentative male voice in the doorway to my kitchen. “Uh, Kay? Can you give me a hand? The handle broke off in my shower and I can’t turn the water off.” My tenant was standing on the landing…

Just Like the Bermuda Triangle

Every house has a certain, dangerous location that sucks in random items like a domestic black hole. That spot in the dollhouse is the leather sectional in the living room. I’m the first person to sheepishly admit that my tidying practices are to housekeeping what the blooper reel on American Idol is to music. Martha…

SnowFox!

The dollhouse was almost snowed-in this weekend. For the first time in this very mild winter, we got a major dump of snow that scared folks into staying indoors and off the treacherous roads and the endless snow drifts that used to be sidewalks. I was not amused. For one, I hate driving in crummy…

A Feat of Engineering

My sweetie can fix anything. Remember when he stopped the radio antenna on the back of my Element from punching holes in my new and expensive garage door? The Electrician is a stellar engineer of minor things. He can and drummed up many things with stuff he’s found around the house and a few random…