It's an addiction really.
It is completely impossible for me to resist purchasing doll houses at garage sales.
Ellie and I found this one today at what was billed as a "garage sale" but was actually an estate sale. Ellie took one look at that beauty and said "I want to take this to my house." I couldn't say no when I found out it was $2. And yes, I searched futily for vintage Little People. This house isn't vintage (1993 though-not a spring chicken!) but I figured there might be some older things lurking. No such luck. Did I mention If they ever do a special "Hoarders" episode on doll houses I will be an excellent candidate.
It was very sad. The woman overseeing the sale was cleaning out her parents' house. I imagine they either died or are no longer able to live on their own. I didn't ask, but she told me she'd grown up in the house and was preparing to put it up for sale. It felt odd going through other people's belongings. There was just so. much. stuff. And it reminded me of how that's what we leave, I mean, in addition to offspring (perhaps) and loved ones and memories, we leave a lot, a lot of stuff. It was fascinating though. Every single room in the house was up for grabs, there were even items in the bathroom that people were buying. There must have been twenty pairs of ice skates in the basement, half a room of LPs, an entire wall of vases and crystal. There was a box of commemorative champagne glasses ("happy 25th anniversary!") that had never even been opened, along with an entire shelf of Corningware, white with the little blue flowers, that I remember someone in my family having. I took a couple of little dishes too, unable to resist.
In other news, today was a much better day in the Leo department. Erin took him to play miniature golf with his two peer buddies Jake and Adam. It has a Safari theme--a giant elephant, a fake shark pool, and fountains galore. Erin watched the boys from afar and said Leo had a blast. After golf they stopped at the deli to get takeout for lunch. When Ellie and I returned home with our garage sale booty, we dined on sandwiches and extra sour pickles and black cherry soda, al fresco. It was another crystal clear, idyllic east coast autumn day today. Leo was happy and agreeable and smiley and playful. Pfew.
Some days are hard. And some days are much, much better.
And did I mention? A new dollhouse?
3 comments:
I wouldve walked away with the corning ware, the blue and white. Both my mother and her mother had it and I find myself buying all I can becuase it makes my heart smile. Just another confession....
how did i choose last week to get behind on my blog reading -- it's a veritable cornucopia over here on EFAR!
i have no idea what you're talking about. ha.
candy corn pumpkins, comfy black flats, navigating the world with this cranky, happy, totally unfigure-out-able kid.... it's very nice to know there's a parallel universe. and hey, did i tell you annabelle and i are going to portland thursday for our first-ever trip alone? (oh, the guilt, and only some of it placed directly on my head by my lovely husband...)
whoops. BOYB.
lovely, lovely sentiments here. i find myself being kinder in the sophie age -- but only sporadically....
ps i knew this post would have to do with fisher price people as soon as i saw the word addiction.
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