build a dollhouse

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what are the psychological implications behind dollhouses and miniatures? why does a miniature replica of a phone, sandwich or book leave one with a sense of awe? which is more magical: to eat an apple at my normal size or to eat an apple as a dollhouse inhabitant? when I see dollhouses I imagine myself, mouse-sized, walking and living in this world and I am instantly intrigued. but, wouldn’t it just be like this world, only smaller and a bit on the flimsy side? I could punch through walls much easier and all fruit would taste like wax. No, no, no! In this world your neighbors could be fairies, historical characters, mice, bugs, etc. The possibilities are endless here, because even though you are made of a bit of glue, clay and cloth, you come alive quite easily once you move into a dollhouse.

wallpapering the rooms, making paintings and sculptures and people. Take pictures.

I was poking around in the attic yesterday, and found a dollhouse kit just sitting in the back. The roof and walls were roughly constructed, and a few of the windows glued on. There was a bag of shingles and a few of the windows. I’ve attatched the roof to the house and shingled it. All that remains is to glue the windows, make rooms, add doors and a staircase, paint, and furnish.