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 LOVE this house. But no surprise there. And I think the clip-on earring adds a lovely design element to an otherwise boring chair. Kudos, Lily! You’re carrying the torch for Aunt Jess.
That doll house is AWESOME!! I wouldnt worry to much about it, she just having fun with it. If it makes you feel any better Tinker looked to scale in that bed. :)
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You are hysterical. I just have to stay out of their rooms or I go insane. Seriously.
We would have SO been little best OCD girl friends back in the day. I HATED when people mixed toys, I could NOT bring myself to color outside of the lines, and I stayed FAR away from art projects because I couldn’t stand it when they didn’t turn out “like the box”. You know what REALLY sent me into a tizzy? When little girls cut the hair on their Barbie Dolls. OMG! I’d FREAK out. You aren’t supposed to DO that!!!!!
Tiffany – I hate to break it to you, but Scary Mommy LOVED to cut her Barbie’s hair. And then proceeded to steal all of mine because they were prettier.
That’s not unimaginative, that’s OCD! Stop by my blog, I have my 100th post up and a GIVEAWAY!
We would of gotten along beautifully as children!
My favorite item was the clip on earring. I hate the term bling, but it applies here – love that you bling’ed the room! And the outside of that dollhouse is amazing too. Handmade?
Okay, I had the barbi townhouse when i was little, but yea, i can understand. especially the scale deal. And might I add, Tinkerbell must be awful uncomfortable sleeping on that pillow.
I will confess to cutting hair on a Barbie or two, but I was simply trying out a profession as a stylist. Let’s just say it didn’t work out. ;P
My attachment animal’s name was Teddy. I’ll let you guess what he was. I guess I don’t have a lot of imagination either.
Oh my word this is so cute..and hilarious!!!!
I would do the same thing. I rearrange the boys army men when they are at school…I can’t help it!
Jill! leave Lily’s doll house alone! It’s hers now! Goodness!
I actually really like the clip on earring on the chair. She was dressing it up.
What a fun post! I am weird about order, too. Some things go together and some don’t. Lucky for me, my daughters and I see eye to eye on this. The apples don’t fall too far from the Mamma tree….
Every night, after Reagan has gone to bed, I rearrange her dollhouse to place the items where I think they belong. Of course, the next day the bed ends up in the kitchen and the bathtub is in the living room! You and I sound like we could be twins separated at birth!
Seriously laughing out loud at this… you crack me up! I’m not too far behing you though and my best friend gives me such sh*t about it! My son’s toys have been organized for years (turtles together, movie characters together, power rangers together, etc…) and at the end of the night I would simply have to have them put back in the proper bin, which could take an hour to organize! Freak! My poor daughter doesn’t stand a chance…
Okay, seriously, first question: what kind of a camera do you have? Because, you claim not to know anything about photography but those shots are pretty good. And, clearly, the American Girl mini is the 12-year-old runaway that has been taken into the brothel for “training”.
LOL!
Heeelarious!
And I totally agree with you. The scale has to be right, everything has to work, or it’s no good.
I’m thinking that if that doll house was mine I would be too selfish to share. :)
Oh let is go and then you can have fun playing with it, I mean cleaning it again.
My doll house was beautiful, in scale, and JUST SO!
And then my devious little brother would come along with a stick, push it into the rooms, and STIR everything around. GAH.
I still have some of the furniture and things somewhere. Lovely stuff! Tiny books with pages. Brass light fittings. Picture frames. *Sigh!*
You are too funny! I would have done the same thing!!
The cupcake didn’t look to bad though. That was the rage this summer….making humongo ‘cupcake’ cakes!! LOL
Sorry, but I’m with Lily. Best house ever. I want to come play with it with her! The clip on earring on the chair….genius! Girlfriend’s going to be some kind of an artist someday. Mark my words.
Awesome house and I think it’s hilarious you rearranged it yesterday! I would have too!
Barbies just get sexier and sexier….with smaller and smaller clothes. Scary.
You all are cracking me up!
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Tink may be using a LEGO as a pillow… but at least she’s the right scale! HA!
Oh, you want to know what I hated? When I saw my friends taking the braids out of their Cabbage Patch Kids’ yarn-hair!
That is so cool that you have your old doll house. I was a budding entrepreneur and sold my stuff at a yard sale.
It would have been priceless to see you playing with it…..
This is a great blog, you crack me up!
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.
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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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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.