Last summer, a few weeks before I moved into the dollhouse, I bought rosebushes at Canadian Tire. Cue the cringing by dedicated gardeners everywhere. I realize that I could have gone to a real greenhouse, a trusted merchant of green and growing things, to buy my roses. Generally speaking, I kill more plants than Roundup,…
Category: Life in the Dollhouse
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The Electrician finds it entertaining to shop with me because I have an odd seventh sense about prices and deals. Somehow, I just get a tingling about where to go when I need to buy a particular item. For example, when I bought the dollhouse, I envisioned an ivory leather sectional in my livingroom. The…