A few weeks back, Denise (a longtime reader of the blog) wrote me and asked me for my mailing address, as she had something she wanted to send me. I’m always taken by surprise when that happens, and of course, grateful that anyone would want to send me anything.
Denise alerted me that she had sent the package last week, so Don stopped off at the post office and brought it home. She wrote a lovely note in which she said she had been the full-time caregiver for her mother, who passed away two months ago. She was now ‘paring down and simplifying the home we shared.’ How hard that must be, grieving and sorting through things, everything evoking a memory.
She said that she had known that she wanted to send this gift to me.
I opened the box and gasped when I saw the contents:
Petite Princess furniture! I’ve written about it on the blog many times. It was made by Ideal and was sold from 1964 to 1968. I was a big fan when I was a girl and asked for it for my birthday and Christmas, but Mom was having none of it. (See? I wanted something ‘dollhouse’ even then.)
I found a couple of pieces several years ago that I used in the dollhouse; two dressers and a lamp.
These pieces were Denise’s when she was a girl.
As I told Denise, each time I unwrapped something, I gasped. Don was here at the time and I kept gasping and he said, “Wait until everything is opened and then show me.” (I think my gasps were interrupting his concentration.)
Above, the dressing table, seat, and three tables. Wouldn’t every little girl want a dressing table like that one?
Gasp! The piano! What can I say? It’s gorgeous! (Denise told me the piano is her favorite piece.)
Gasp! A lovely curved sofa and another dresser.
Gasp! Another coffee table and phone and some lamps (the bird lamp is the same as the one I have in the dollhouse), another table, statues, a lamp and some paintings. And there are more accessories, too – statuary, vases, dishes with fruit, tiny glasses – amazing petite beauties.
That Denise would think of me as she, still in mourning, sorts through things in her home moves me beyond words. This is a treasure trove and I am so honored that she would pass it on to me.
Thank you, Denise. I will take good care of it, I promise.
It’s Friday. Yesterday, I thought it was Saturday for half the day and then I thought it was Friday for the other half. Now it actually is Friday. Soon I will have to start working on the text for Comedy of Errors, which starts rehearsals in mid-December. Yes, what seemed so far off is now fast approaching.
Don has told me he will be out and about most of the day. I know what he’s up to, he’s going birthday present shopping!