My mom pulled my dollhouse out of storage and put it all back together. Almost all of the original pieces were there - the drawers, the plates, napkins and silverware. I'm amazed that I was responsible enough when I was young to keep up with all of those tiny pieces. I think it must have just been that it was one of my most prized possessions. As I sat looking at and examining the house, I was reminded of all the many times I sat in that same spot as a little girl. I remembered opening and closing the drawers of the dressing table and armoire, taking my dolls up and down the stairs, sitting the family around the dining table and preparing a pretend gourmet meal. Such fond memories.
My little girl was in heaven. I'm grateful to my mom for hanging onto this and that it can now be enjoyed by another little girl.
1 comment:
So fun. It totally makes sense that you kept track of all those little peices. I can see little Lacey carefully putting everything in it's proper spot. How adorable.
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