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,…
Category: Life in the Dollhouse
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,…