Growing up one of my most prized gifts was a handmade dollhouse. It was made by my dad when my sister and I were very young. I dreamt that one day I would own a real house that resembled it. That never happened and I would love to know what happened to my beloved dollhouse.
Of course I wanted Marisol to have a special dollhouse too. One that I hope she will use and love for many, many years to come. So this is the one we gave her for Christmas.
It started out looking more like this when I purchased it from the Antique Mall:
but with a lot of tender loving care, a fresh coat of paint and some furniture, it became something that she could treasure.
It comes complete with a handmade bed and dining set, hand-knitted blanket and rug and custom artwork (okay, okay wooden blocks with scrapbook paper mod podged onto them)
and these three cupboards which were purchased raw from Michaels. A little paint and scrapbook paper and they look fabulous.
I have big plans to expand upon this over time. Some lace inside the curtains, trinkets to put on the shelves, a little basket for a kitty cat and so on. Maybe even an addition of a greenhouse or sun room. One day.
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