When I was a child, I was given a dollhouse. I played with it throughout my childhood and kept it set up even after I stopped playing with it (my younger sisters continued to play with it while I was in college). When Q and I moved in together, I set up the dollhouse in our apartment. Eventually, though, I stored the dollhouse and all its furnishings in a closet, waiting for a time I could bequeath it to another child.
|Looking spiffy with the fresh paint -- |
and the open door invites us to peer inside.