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Scout Blogs: I’m Exhausted

November 30, 2013 at 9:16 am by Claudia

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I’m exhausted.

No, really. You have no idea.

Herding these two people around, making sure I get to eat when I want to, barking at strange people who come to the door, watching and waiting for my dad to come back home when he’s been out in the car, pouncing, pouncing on cue because Mom seems to think I should perform for her, waiting for food to fall to the floor when dad is cooking….the list just goes on and on.

Lately, Dad has been getting up at the same time as Mom. What?????

This is a guy who has always, always slept in. So, Mom would get up and drink her coffee and I would get in the ‘tunnel’ and spend some time with her until Dad got up and then I would dutifully switch locations and spend some time with Dad.

Everyone was happy.

Now, I have to figure out where to go and one of my parents is always disappointed. Usually, it’s Mom.

It’s too much pressure.

I can’t make everyone happy.

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Let’s not even mention the recent incident with the lamb costume.

And the hats.

I know you all saw it because Mom put pictures of me wearing that darned costume on the blog. Can’t I retain some sort of dignity?

Mom put that costume on me twice. And then she dragged out that camera and took lots of pictures. I tried to walk away. I tried to not meet her eyes. Does Mom realize how silly she looks with this black box in front of her eyes? I don’t get it. And I don’t like it.

The first time Mom put me in the costume was when Tina was here. Apparently, Tina made it.

The second time Mom put me in the costume, Dad was home. And once I was in it, Mom and Dad laughed and laughed. At me.

Maybe I should put them in a costume. I have some ideas. Oh boy, what I could do with a needle and thread!

Again, exhausting.

And Dad does things like this, he covers me with some sort of throw and asks Mom to come look and then…you guessed it…out comes the camera. Again.

Do you think Mom realizes I’m sticking my tongue out? At her?

I doubt it. She’ll think I’m just licking my chops.

Which, by the way, I do a lot. That’s my cue. That’s my M.O. When I lick my chops, Mom is supposed to immediately get up and feed me. I mean, right away. But she doesn’t. She sticks to something she calls her ‘schedule.’ She says things like “It’s too early.” Or “Not yet.” Or “No, you can’t have another treat.”

Even when I resort to my brilliant lick-my-chops-and-cock-my-head-toward-the-treat-cupboard move, she will stand there, look me in the eye and say NO.

What? That is a guaranteed, no fail and, in my humble opinion, adorable move.

And to top it all off, now I have to go outside to do my business in frigid temperatures. It’s cold out there! Why can’t I use that bathroom, too? Mom and Dad do.

It seems unfair.

By the way, I’m fascinated by the bathroom. I wander in there a lot during the day. I sniff the bathtub. I sniff the toilet. I sniff the trash. It’s now part of my rounds.

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Mom had a birthday last week. I got to sniff all her presents. I even licked a few. I like presents. I get excited when I see them. I gave her a sign about eating cupcakes. I know her weakness.

I didn’t get a present. That doesn’t seem fair, either.

But my birthday is coming up in January. I’ll be 15 years old.

I expect some presents. (I assume Mom and Dad will be reading this – especially Mom because she thinks this is her blog.)

It isn’t.

Happy Saturday.

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How to Make a Hardwood Floor for Your Dollhouse

November 29, 2013 at 9:53 am by Claudia

I shudder at my temerity in presenting any sort of miniature tutorial. But then I remember that a lot of you are just like me. We’re women who love the idea of having our very own dollhouse to decorate. We’re not miniaturists. We just want to putter and play. So, without further ado, here is a little tutorial on putting in a hardwood floor in your dollhouse. Every room in the dollhouse, save for the bathroom, has one. I’ve used a wood stain in some of the rooms and a painted floor in others.

When I was ready to install my first floor, I went to a restaurant supply store and bought a big box of coffee stirrers. However, when I got them home, I quickly realized that they were too narrow for the dollhouse.  (Anyone need some coffee stirrers?)

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So I went to Michael’s and bought some wooden sticks. The stick on the right is the size of a popsicle stick. The one on the left is tongue-depressor sized. I used that one in the bedroom.

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Using my favorite tool, the Easy Cutter, I cut off the rounded ends of the sticks. (The Easy Cutter is a must have if you’re going to be cutting wood to make moldings or baseboards or flooring. Or just about anything. You can find one at Miniatures.com.)

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Then I paint or stain the sticks. It’s important to do this before you install your floor. If you wait to paint the wood until after it’s installed, you run the risk of the floor warping.

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Then you begin the layout. (We’re working in the office/craft room and I’m choosing to go with a painted floor.) As you can see, I stagger the sticks just as you would in laying a real-life hardwood floor. This is the painstaking part of the process. I glue down the first row of sticks, then cut shorter lengths to fill in the spaces near the wall. Basically, I sit there and glue, cut, and glue again. (It’s messy – I find myself peeling dried glue off my fingers for several hours afterward.) It’s really like putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

I rescued this dollhouse when I found an ad for it on Craig’s List. There was water damage on the downstairs floors. It also wasn’t assembled correctly. I fixed what I could but short of taking it all apart, there were some quirks that I had to live with. See the area on the left where the wall and floor should join? They don’t. So I have to make some adjustments as I cut the wood for the floor.

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Sometimes I have to tweak the size of a stick – either the length or the width- to make the pieces fit together. Then I go back and touch up any areas of the floor that show the raw wood. I haven’t done that yet.

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And there it is.

It’s slow, methodical work. This floor took about three or four hours to install, from start to finish. On the right you can see a stained wood version in the den.

There are faux-wood versions out there for those of you who are not interested in this sort of painstaking work. I wanted the real thing, however. And I wanted the look of floors installed long ago, that are slightly uneven, with gaps here and there. That’s the look in my real-life house, as well.

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In the kitchen, I laid the floor in the opposite direction so there would be some contrast with the adjoining living room. It’s painted white and ‘aged’ with some gray.

Do you see my new light over the table? It’s a battery operated LED light that attaches to the ceiling with a magnetized base. Ingenious. When I want to turn it on, I can simply pull it from the base, flip a switch, then reattach it. I may paint that base. We’ll see.

Santa, I need a macro lens for my camera.

They aren’t cheap. I don’t think Santa will go for it.

Do you remember this chair?

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This was an inexpensive chair; I spent about $3 for it. It came with the usual dark, shiny wood and was one of the first pieces that I painted. That white fabric, though pretty, wasn’t the look I was going for. Yesterday, I finally looked though my fabric and found this pattern:

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Be still my heart. This little sweetie will reside in the bedroom. Note the wide-plank floors. They were made with the tongue-depressor sized sticks. My thought was that the third floor was an attic that had been made into a bedroom and the owner simply painted the existing floors. Oh, there’s a method to my madness.

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Thought you might like a pinnable image. If you click through to Comments, you’ll find a Pinterest button at the bottom of the post.

I hope you’re all enjoying this Friday after Thanksgiving. We ate too much. But it was good!

Happy Friday.

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Filed Under: dollhouse, miniatures, tutorial 40 Comments

Gratitude

November 28, 2013 at 7:39 am by Claudia

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My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird –
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast, there the blue plums.
There the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,

which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.

Mary Oliver, from Thirst: Poems

 

Happy Thanksgiving!

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