Finally, the Old Blue Barn goes electric, thanks to Ikea and their LED bookcase lights. Move the chairs and tables, there might be dancing. For some reason, I’ve been a compartmentalizing doll houser. My two houses are irony free, I’ve separated my art world from my hobby almost completely. They’re little fantasies of the ideal […]
To all my friends, going through this hurried holiday week, I wish you happiness, warmth, fun, hope, and peace, from my doll house to your house.
It’s October, right? I’m trying to get into the mood. But it’s hard to. It’s going to be 90 degrees this week. They promised us a cool front by Friday, which means a high of 86. They’re selling scarves and gloves in Target, but I can’t imagine wearing them, I can’t even touch anything that’s […]
This was the last time for a while that my birthday landed on the Labor Day Weekend, so we jammed it full with all the things I love to do. One of those things was the monthly Antique Fair, and unlike the Giant Garage Sale, an event of infinite “yes”, I had to promise myself […]
Has anyone ever explained to your satisfaction the reason why we’re fascinated by tiny furniture? A lot of the time it’s treated like some kind of complex, or control issue. But that’s not it. I haven’t figured it out, exactly. But it has something to do with placing two worlds together, and jumping between them. […]
I just found out that the article about my dollhouse that I wrote for American Miniaturist was reprinted in the U.K., in last November’s issue of Dollshouse World. (It’s all legal, I just didn’t know about it). Well, hello officially, U.K. miniaturists!
The Old Blue Barn is up on a shelf right now, empty. Wow, that was needlessly depressing in tone, it’s not like it burned up in a fire or was accidentally crushed in a soccer-ball incident-(that did happen once, to another house, long ago). It’s right over my head while I’m typing away here. But […]
I guess I had dream houses built in my head when I was a kid, but they were never as vivid to me as the fantasy studio. My father was an art director and worked with all kinds of artists, and each came with their own particular work places. The one I remember best belonged […]