When I was a little girl, I was in love with doll houses. My mom never bought me a real one, so I made my own out of old shoe boxes, paper, and other found items. I have very vivid memories of crafting a multi-tired dollcondo (it was far bigger than a simple house!) for months, if not a few years. I mean, I got serious: I straight up sat for hours building mini tables, chairs, beds, and even dressers with working drawers...all out of index cards.
That handcrafted world was my pride, my joy, all mine. I came across this image today and it instantly conjured images of my childhood interest. Mine definitely didn't look so professional and polished, but these type of tiny universes captured my little mind for a long time.
I remember tearing it all down one day when I finally decided that I was too grown up for a silly handmade dollhouse.
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