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…