Despite being a relatively creative person, I can be shockingly unimaginative. My attachment animal as a child was a polar bear puppet which I lovingly named… “Polar Bear.” I never colored outside of the lines and if my art project didn’t look like the sample, it was a total failure. One of my biggest pet peeves growing up was when my best friend would mix our Barbie Dolls with other dolls or furniture that wasn’t Barbie brand. Didn’t she care about the difference in scale? In material? It was just wrong. My brother too, committed a major sin by mixing the Little People with the Lego’s. I drove me simply crazy.
I don’t seem to have made much progress in adulthood.
A few weeks ago, I took my childhood dollhouse down from display to let Lily enjoy it. What I found later that day had me questioning my decision. At first glance, my biggest observation was that my innocent dollhouse had turned into a brothel. That was quickly overshadowed by some other sightings, far more disturbing. Let’s take a tour, shall we?
Is this disturbing to anyone else?
I am trying to let Lily use her imagination and have fun with the little house that brought me so much joy. But it’s tough. And I have no idea who took the liberty of rearranging the house while she was at school yesterday. Oh, yeah, that was me. Suddenly an hour had gone by and I’d spent it playing with the doll house. For someone with no imagination, it was pretty fun.
Maybe I do have some imagination after all. Just a bit.
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I can remember being a little upset at the whole scale thing when I was young. I must have been an odd child.
I LOVE this house. I remember playing Barbies when I was young and LOVING it. scale? who gives a crap.
My very creative, imaginative daughter does the same thing and always has… just let it go!
That said, it always drove me crazy too!!
The Pet Vet Toys do not GO with the Madame Alexander dolls!
Oh, and “Ladies Man”. Those feet, those ankles, that ‘binkie’!
My 2 1/2 yr old do not look that baby-fied any more. **sigh**
LOL! I needed that laugh. You are so funny and so creative. I see a cartoon coming….
I LOVE your dollhouse. I was dollhouse obsessed as a girl and could spend hours reading through Nutshell News and dreaming about the Victorian mansions with teeny tiny place settings in the dining rooms and REAL working miniature clocks. Can I come over and play?
Really crazy because I remember playing Nasty Barbie in an old Victorian Doll House my mother won at a raffle.
Love this!!
It’s the crackhouse. No, just kidding.
Happy V Day you crazy chick you!
The Hannah Montana sticker is the most disturbing of all… so sorry your dollhouse has been defiled…
I used to make “covers” out of toilet paper squares and spit. I played with mine until I was like 12. It was so therapeutic!! Or I was just weird. Either way.
OH MY GOD! I woulda freaked!!
I forever and ever always wanted a Victorian dollhouse (and a real live vanity table like the old moviestars sat at – but I digress)…I was also an anal retentive imaginator (is that real word?) and would never mix Barbie with Little Kiddles …Blasphemy, Mutiny, Wrong!!
My absolute favorite part of this story is that you played with the dollhouse. Isn’t it funny how even as an adult, it’s still fun to do those things? I used to secretly love playing Barbies with my six year old sister.
I have to tell you something – are you my long lost twin – first with the bedrooms not getting touched and now the dollhouses!!! We have to loving family dollhouses for the girls – and everyday if I see something out of place – I sit down are rearrange it perfectly!!!! I think I am insane!
Did you ever watch “Friends”? This posting reminded me of the one where Monica gets her gram’s doll house and won’t let Phoebe play with it because everything has to be perfectly in its place – so Phoebe makes one of her own but the incense room erupts it into flames!
Those Barbies have awesome outfits. I miss Barbie. I love dressing them up and doing their hair.
No baries in my house. Only Legos. Lots and lots of Legos.
One GI Joe, but he’s not fun. Maybe I could buy him a dress and a wig…
I think of myself as being very imaginative but not that creative! We should join forces.
Hilarious! I don’t blame you ;-) By the way, hosting an extra-special NSFW giveaway at my blog right now til the 21st! http://www.imommyblog.com/2009/02/valentine-giveaway.html
I just realized that in the past I have used the term LMAO way too lightly since while looking at these pictures I really could not stop LMAO. I love the Lego pillow.
How funny! I wish I had a dollhouse to play with!
she has quite an imagination. you should be proud mom :)
i LOVE that she even hung wall art in her brothel! quite a decorator, hee hee.
I just found this post and had to tell you – I was (and still am) EXACTLY the same way!!! Example: I once saved up my allowance to buy a new Ken doll. (… Because I guess Barbie needed some strange.) Anyway, when I got to the store I realized that I was a few dollars short. Grudgingly, I bought a Ken-like New Kids on the Block doll – I think it was Danny – instead. But when I got him home and realized that he was slightly out of scale with my Barbies, I never played with him. Ever.
Plus the fact that he had real hair – a mullet even – as opposed to plastic didn’t help matters. :)
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This is hilarious!! Where do I sign up?
OMG–I hate Barbies–what is that draws the little monsters to them.
http://lazymomcafe.blogspot.com/2009/02/question-of-barbie.html
First, NEVER was I a monster. A toy has to be fun. The toy must please the child and not the adult. No matter how much money is paid, the toy will be neglected or destroyed. Barbie is fantasy and not reality. I cannot compare the beauty of a real female to an inferior lifeless plastic object. Toys are diversions from reality. Humans live while toys only exist. Barbie has no sexual organs nor sexual capabilities. It cannot be in reality called a whore, slut, lesbian, or prostitute. A lifeless plastic doll’s identity must be the choice of only a living human. I’ve had Barbies for over 30 years. I always new they were only TOYS. There had never been gender confusion in my mind.
I meant my mind knew they were ONLY toys. After undressing and redressing my first one, I realized it takes more effort for females to get ready for going out. It taught me to be patient with my dates and my wife. It had cost me my own money. I love model planes and ships though I cannot in reality swim or fly in a plane.
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