Mockingbird Hill Cottage
I painted the dollhouse porch floor. Since the surface was already rough (remember, this is a used dollhouse) I thought this diamond pattern might end up looking like a painted stone floor. At the very least, it adds interest and a wee bit of character.
Now I must work on the inside. I’m not sure where to start, so much has to be done.
My mantra: Just a little bit, every day.
Two of my former students won Emmy awards last night. Jim Parsons won his second Emmy for his great work on Big Bang Theory and Abraham Higginbotham won for Modern Family – he is a writer and producer on that wonderful show. Truthfully, both of these guys were favorites of mine who also became my friends. Couldn’t be prouder of them. I just talked with Jim today. Though, wait a minute, I don’t think I heard my name in the acceptance speech…. hmmm.
What do you think of Gladys? Gladys is either a salt or pepper shaker. She was part of that wonderful package of goodies Vintage Sue sent to me. I am so taken by anything that is tiny. And I love this particular style of figurine with the rosy cheeks, cupid’s bow mouth and vintagey look. I believe Miss Gladys is a maid and it looks as if she just took a visitor’s hat.
This guy was also in the package – another salt or pepper shaker. Love, love this face.
What is it about teeny, tiny, miniature things? They call to me. I have little things like this all over the house. Of course, I have my dollhouse and all the miniatures that go in it, but the little things that I’m talking about today aren’t that kind of miniature. They’re not to scale. They are just wee little treasures that pop out here and there amongst all the ‘big’ things around the house. They are unexpected pleasures. Are you a tiny treasure lover?
Speaking of tiny, I used the macro setting to get this photo yesterday:
He’s spun his web in my rose bush. Amazing.
Have a great Monday.
What do you think?
I don’t have a good photo of the original door, but it was boring and too narrow and wouldn’t stay shut. I’ve had this one for quite a while but since it was wider and taller, I knew changing the door would involve measuring and sawing. In a teeny tiny space. My friend Casey generously sent me instructions several months ago. I kept putting it off.
Saturday, I woke up and was ready to tackle the changeover. Maybe the crisp fall air helped?
First I had to pry off the old door and it didn’t come out without a fight. Let’s just say I’ve worked my arm muscles, whatever they’re called…biceps? Then I marked where the cuts needed to be, but sawing through particleboard isn’t easy! Every time I thought I had made the opening big enough, I discovered it wasn’t quite right. I sawed, I sanded, I sawed again. A long time and piles of sawdust later, the door finally fit. A few coats of paint and the new door is in.
I used a bead for the doorknob. I’m thinking of painting the porch floor in a diamond design: gray and white.
Shot in the late afternoon sun.
When I look inside the dollhouse, I am overwhelmed by all that needs to be done. But there’s no timetable except the one in my head. The fun is in the doing.
Why this photo of my legs and little Scout’s ear?
Flannel pajamas! Yes, I broke them out last night because it’s been downright nippy here and I refuse to use the heat this early in September.
As those of you who are longtime readers of this blog know, I am happiest when in my flannel pajamas. When not forced to don clothes and work for a living, I am fully capable of staying in them all day. In the winter, as soon as I get home from work, on they go.
Sigh.
Happy Sunday.
