(That title is a take-off on a favorite song from "110 in the Shade". Still trying to get over the whole broadway apron thing.)
I've loved miniatures since I can remember, beginning with Ideal's Petite Princess furniture. My parents were off on a trip, and mom bought enough of the furniture that I was given a new piece each day that they were gone. I remember setting up the rooms in shoeboxes. Eventually I had a bookcase sort of dollhouse.
It was a rite of passage to pack all of that furniture up this last year and send it to my cousin's two girls.
My cousin had loved that dollhouse when she was a girl, so it seemed only fitting that her daughters should have the furniture. But it was so hard. I had to accept that I wouldn't have daughters to give it to, and (less tragic), I had to accept that someone else should play with it besides me.
But I still have little things throughout my house. Here are the American Girls patio and diner (no longer available - probably because they're really not made for little girl fingers):
Careful little girls are allowed, (okay, encouraged) to rearrange the diner whenever they come to visit.
And there are collections of little paper matchbox scenes:
Not to mention the doll trunks full of American Girl dolls stuff - just can't resist that.
So, in honor of this particular obsession, I've signed up for an expanded Club Little House swap. So what if the Easter sewing isn't done yet? So what if the garden hasn't been weeded in weeks? Little things are calling me. I can hear them.