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Thursday, October 13, 2011

I Might Be A Giant...sooner or later.

My favorite TV show is Secrets From A Stylist. Emily Henderson is a styling genius, she really understands balance in designing/staging a room and I adore her witty charm. Currently she has this super fun project/blog challenge in the works called "I'm A Giant". When I read about this dollhouse decorating challenge, I ran down to The Honey Hut, blew the dust off my own 4 year-old Alameda Antique Fair find ($60-a steal in terms of dollhouses--the seller should have just given it to me, seriously!) and replaced my enormous jade plant with a residence.
So...I want to do this blog challenge but I haven't the creative time/energy to finish my dollhouse by the December 15 deadline. I need to factor in a lot of thrift and antique shop hunting, Sacramento Antique Fair scouting, eBay stalking and furniture restoration--two Little Girls and The Goo will slow-mo this process. That's OK, I'll do it in my own time. I am excited but mostly encouraged to start a project that has been haunting me since Ivy's birth. I hope you check back with Emily's Blog (her house's style diagnosis here) and see her progress as well as the other "I'm A Giant" challenge designers creations.

[a photo of Marv (r.i.p., damn coyotes!) and Savannah--the day we brought 'House' home October 2007.]

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Wednesday Surrender.

Yesterday morning I finally gave in and moved the dollhouse from the playroom to the living room. The Little Girls have been asking me about this for weeks, I just didn't want the doll disaster in our living space. I'm so glad I gave in, they played Barbies for just about 4 hours breaking only for lunch and quiet time. "Clean Control" often works against me and this is a prime example. Yes our living area is a disaster but what else is new. I gave in about the face-painting too. I don't like it ending up on the white furniture and the smell makes me less likely to kiss those soft lovely cheeks. Usually the third straight day of cabin fever is the most frightening, this time I gave in and let it all go.