I’ve decided I want a dollhouse. I know. It’s a little weird. Hear me out:
My best friend Veronica had a dollhouse when we were growing up. It was a Lundby, and she probably got it in the late 70′s. Her dad was in charge of buying all the furniture and accoutrements so mostly it was full of antique-y looking stuff that Veronica hated. She wanted modern looking chairs, toilets with a flipper to flush, not a chain to pull. Her dollhouse people were hilarious, the infamous FB, so named because he was a Fat Boy. Her dog ate half his head and we still played with him. Yoda also spent time in her dollhouse.
Ideally, somehow-magically-Veronica’s original dollhouse will appear on my doorstep. Considering I haven’t seen her in 16 years and that we don’t have a doorbell, that’s unlikely. There’s a version of the same house on sale on Ebay, but it’s in America and the shipping is crazy.
That’s what it looks like in all it’s glory. The bottom 2 layers are add-ons. I just want to decorate and furnish it MY way. And maybe share it eventually.