My first ever dolls house was a labour of love by my father. One year ,I was presented with an amazing huge dolls house. Everything about that house was made by him. It was two floors, with brick wallpaper on the outside walls and tiling paper on the roof. Every stick of furniture and every blanket was made by him, it must have taken months.
He had a ‘secret’ workshop where he did all his magic. We were never allowed in, to keep his work secret and I suspect so he had some separate space from us kids.
Only now, when I can’t ask I would like to know if he enjoyed this experience. His original motivation would have been to save money . Now I know you could not do what he did without enjoying the process.
Wasn’t I a lucky girl.
Do you want to know what happened to it? Do you think it sits in my loft, my garage or my bedroom? Nooooooo!
When they retired and moved house, it disappeared. I as a selfish 20 something forgot all about it. I never asked what happened to it and I can only assume they thought I didn’t want it.
Now with them both gone, I can only hope some wee girl got to play with it. I can’t stand the thought he might have broken it up. That’s too hard when I look at my efforts and know how I love my houses.
Thanks Dad
Mabs August 2018
Making miniatures for fun 