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Gearing Up: On Rehabbing a Dollhouse

September 30, 2019 at 9:53 am by Claudia

Sometimes I do this. I play with my new purchases, placing them in some unfinished project. This is partly because I need to shrug off my inertia and get back to work on the current rescue. It’s also because my favorite part of any dollhouse project is decorating the rooms.

But I have a LOT to do on this house before it reaches that stage and that is my least favorite part of the process. If it was all decorating, I’d be happily immersed in that as we speak. Although, to be honest, decorating a dollhouse – if you want to do it with style, and I do – can be pricey. I can repurpose things, and will, but there are a few pieces that will require saving my pennies. I don’t dare think about all the money that went into my first dollhouse over the course of the 6 years I worked on it. But that’s the thing, if you take your time, it’s like collecting something. Every so often, you buy a piece. But you don’t buy a piece every day or even every week. I did the same thing with Don’s mini studio. It took a few years, including the actual building of it from a kit, and I bought the furnishings over time. It was also delayed at times by the death of my father and Scout; I just didn’t have the heart to work on it.

As you know, I’m very strict about scale. Even after all of the painstaking work I did on Hummingbird Cottage, there are a few pieces that aren’t quite to scale and I’ll most likely replace them in time. I know that other dollhouse lovers don’t care about that as much, and that’s fine, but I’m so visual that it really bothers me. I can’t help it.

I also don’t like what I call ‘clunky’ pieces. I guess that means too boxy, too unrealistic, too child-like, not defined enough. My dollhouses are adult dollhouses and since I don’t have grandchildren, I can get away with that!

Here, I’m testing out my other new rug purchase in the modern dollhouse. I sort of like it there.

Anyway, it’s all doable if I take my time. Building materials first, along with paint and shingles, and in the case of the rescue house, some sort of stone exterior that I will have to do by hand. There are several pieces of trim that are missing and I’ll have to replace them with parts of the kit that Barbara sent me. Then inside: floors, walls – wallpaper or paint or stucco? – trim, baseboards and after all of that is done, decorating. Rehabbing a dollhouse is much more complicated because you spend a lot of time trying to undo someone else’s choices and/or errors. I had to do a lot of that with Hummingbird Cottage and I expect I will have to do a fair amount of it with this project. I have already spent hours and hours melting old glue and removing it.

I have a picture in my head of how I want it to look, both outside and inside. We’ll see how that works out. The one thing I do know is that whatever picture I have in my mind at present will evolve as I start working on it once again.

As for the modern dollhouse, it’s just white walls and floors right now and I’m still not sure what, if anything, I will change. I’m thinking of adding a modern fireplace to one of the walls. But that’s all I’ve got at the moment.

Fall is here, winter is coming, and I’m ready to dig in.

Happy Monday.

 

 

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Sunday

September 29, 2019 at 10:06 am by Claudia

There are even more leaves on the ground today because we had heavy rain last night. As always happens, the area that I raked is completely covered in leaves again. But, they’re awfully pretty and I love sitting here in my chair watching leaves drift slowly down to the ground. So does Don.

Thank you so much for your comments yesterday. And thank you for sharing your stories. I know it isn’t easy, but it is a comfort knowing we are not alone in these experiences. Everyone’s is different, of course, but there are common threads, as well. When I write this kind of post, I am always amazed by the heartfelt responses. Those of us who grew up with alcoholism in our family, or who are dealing with it now, know how painful it is. And yes, it does leave scars.

For all those who have seen the effects of alcoholism in their families, who are suffering from the estrangement of family members, I wish you peace.

I read your comments to Don, who was deeply moved by all of them.

Thank you, my friends.

Happy Sunday.

 

 

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Dad

September 28, 2019 at 11:11 am by Claudia

These gorgeous, sunny autumn days are a gift. Today, we’re reaching eighty-four degrees, tomorrow the mid-seventies, but both days will be filled with golden fall light.

I raked some leaves yesterday, cleaned out a portion of the gutter, cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed and tried to make some sort of sensible arrangement of all the reading material in the den that seems to multiply and expand on a daily basis.

Today is my dad’s birthday. He would have been 96.

We had a complicated relationship and that didn’t just hold true for me, it was the same for all of my siblings. I was talking to Don about my dad this morning, trying my best to explain that complexity to him. I don’t have a lot of great memories of him when I was a kid. He was volatile, you never knew what would set him off, he was extremely needy, he was impatient, he was angry. He was an alcoholic, though I didn’t yet have a name for it when I was very young. To this day, I can’t stand the smell of alcohol on someone’s breath. We always had to tiptoe, and I use the word figuratively, around him. The ‘don’t upset your father’ kind of warning was a staple of my childhood. For many years, I did my best to avoid him. I was happiest when he wasn’t home. Loud arguments erupted fairly frequently. Holidays, when there was so much pressure to be happy and festive, seemed to be especially hard for him. It was difficult for him to maintain a light-heartedness on those days and he would invariably succumb to that pressure and everything would implode.

He meant well. He loved us deeply. He was a good, good man with a big heart. He was as loyal as the day was long. I can’t tell you how many times I saw others reach out to him for help. He protected those in need of protection. But he had a disease. He also, my sister and I now realize, was traumatized by the four years he spent fighting in WWII. Because, ultimately, my dad was gentle soul and what he witnessed during the war changed him forever. We didn’t fully realize this until his last hours on Earth, when we sat with him as he prepared to leave us. I wish we had realized it sooner.

I wasn’t able to really appreciate my father until I moved away to go to grad school. I finally had distance, which I desperately needed. I was able to see him with fresh eyes. And, as time went by, he got sober. My parents moved to Northern Michigan, which had always been my dad’s happiest place. He found a community there. He was no longer under the pressures from his job (he retired early.) He was happy. I actually liked being around him and we had a healthy relationship for the first time ever. In fact, I would often go home for 5 weeks on my breaks from my teaching position at Boston University. And I had the best time, just being there with Dad and Mom.

I’m so grateful for that. Both Don and I had complicated relationships with our fathers. And both Don and I were able to find a new relationship with them later in life.

A result of the troubled years, the years of alcoholism, was something that often effects adult children of alcoholics; a fear of commitment, a fear of intimacy. That I finally worked through that, with Divine help, of that I am sure, is a miracle. I was able to open up to the possibility of a healthy committed relationship, despite my fears, and two weeks after I said that out loud and owned it, I met Don.

And no one was happier for me than my dad.

I’m so grateful that the memories of my father that I choose to hold in my heart now are loving ones. That I was able to be with him on the day he passed away. That I was able to tell him I loved him and mean it. That he loved us was never in doubt. That he would do anything for us was also never in doubt. But that day, as my sister and I held his hands and stroked his head, nothing else mattered but that love. Everything else – all of it – just slipped away.

Happy Birthday, dad.

And Happy Saturday.

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