Did I ever tell you the story of how my dollhouse came to be?
Nearly three years ago, Angel and I ywere newlyweds. And, as newlyweds sometimes do, we fought. I was sad. I'm not sure why, but we happened to stop at Hobby Lobby that day. I was wandering around some aisle when Angel came and found me and dragged me to the clearance section to show me his discovery: A dollhouse.
It was the display model for one of the kits that they sell, so it was pre-built and painted on the outside, but the inside was plain. Because it had been a display, it was marked down to 50% off the original price for that dollhouse kit.
I've long suspected that the reason Angel bought me a dollhouse that day was more because of the fact that he was feeling bad about fighting with me than the fact that it happened to be a really good deal, but either way, the circumstances aligned perfectly and I got a dollhouse, something I've been dreaming of my entire life.
Over the next three years I gradually worked on it, painting the walls, hanging wall paper and laying flooring. Indulging all of my little home decor dreams that can't be fulfilled in a real house because they are too ridiculous or too expensive. It's not perfect--painting an already-put-together dollhouse is extra challenging because of the aspect of having to stick your paintbrush into little nooks that you can barely see--but the imperfections make it look pretty realistic, to me, anyways. I have a few pieces of furniture for the dollhouse, too, but it had already been packed up by the time we took these pictures of my finished house.
The plan, the dream, was to gradually accumulate accessories for the house: a coffee table for Christmas, a stove for my birthday.
My dream changed, of course, and the dollhouse won't play its little role in my life anymore. I don't regret buying it or investing time into it, though. For three whole years, I had a dollhouse. Childhood dream fulfilled.
I think it's fair to say: Best. Fight. Ever.