I’m not really sure why I got the deal I got on this dollhouse. I found it at Michaels for $3. You heard me. Three bucks. I walked all over that place trying to find another one like it and could find nothing. The sales person didn’t even recognize it. (Not that they ever do. The employees at this particular store are indeed bothered if asked to give a mediocre performance of service.)
The only thing I can figure is that someone at the toy factory in France screwed up when they clearly stated this house was for six year olds. Maybe I’m stupid. Maybe my brain has scar tissue. Because this house came flat as a board, in 5,000 pieces, with no directions other than the picture on the packaging. It all had to be glued together too. Now, I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m quite certain I said a few bad words. But once I got into my groove, I finally understood those people who spend obscene amounts of time in their work rooms, hunched over a pile of wood and metal, armed with glue and a brush. Gluing itty bitty tiny pieces of stuff together to make something big. I could easily see it becoming an addiction of sorts.
I found the furniture for $3 too. I haven’t even started those yet. I’m itching to get started on painting and decorating the house! But I think I’m going to have to wait until Whiz Bang is back in school. She already got hold of it once and tried to “decorate” it with band-aids and glitter.
Here’s what it looked like when I started. I’ll have you know it took me forever to get that one wall up and I felt quite remedial during the process:
Here’s the finished result:
…and here’s the furniture. Look at how super-cute it is!
Not a bad six buck investment, if you ask me.
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You have so much more patience than I have ~ bless you.