the curse of the dollhouse

since my house doesn’t have enough projects there must be plenty of time to work on jael’s.  …um, no.  but my nesting instinct distinctly told me that i must decoupage the dollhouse before giving birth.  and in all cases, the nesting instinct rules.  even if for some ungodly reason it tells me to “nest” the dollhouse.  i just do what i’m told.

i think my theory on this was that the poor female child had no toys.  literally.  that’s because i boxed them up and stuck them in the attic.  (way to go mother.)  i left the boys the legos and the girls the dollhouse.  only the girls didn’t like the dollhouse (the girls don’t like anything).  all the furniture was broken and it was decidedly desolate.  maybe i was wondering how jael would handle a month of neglect without the proper diversions.

in which case, wallpaper seemed in order.  just to cheer it up.  but lest you get any ideas, it wasn’t fun.  mod podge is evil.  you turn around and there are air bubbles.  you squish them out and there are more when you come back.  fortunately, i was past the point of caring.  that and you have to know your audience.  (audience don’t care.)

for the last year i have been trying to outfit jael’s dollhouse with melissa and doug doll furniture.  so much nicer than plastic.  until someone steps on it.  (even then it’s still nicer than plastic.)

it’s almost as cool as this 70’s stuff my mother found.  sweetness.  i think this might call for another little spray paint project in the future.  oh yes, and i would like you to note the two windows i was forced to measure and wallpaper around myself.  now that was some girl math in action.  i even had to splice and match patterns in the process.  boy was impressed.

the whole project meant i sat on the floor too long for someone grossly pregnant.  (time flies when you’re having fun.)  the end of the matter being that i couldn’t get up.  pinched nerves and whatnot.  my husband tried to give me the ol’ heave ho, but it just made me scream.  i ended up laying down, trying to straighten out, and then get up.  but to no avail.  i looked more like one of those upside down carrion beetles wiggling it’s legs.  boy tried pulling me from the side.  i still screamed.  after 10 minutes of  huffing and puffing i was able to find one way i could move that didn’t hurt and made my escape.  there was much applause.  after that we moved to the table.

i think this room will be the bathroom.  we still want to collect the bathroom fixtures, nursery set, and kitchen.  then we will spray paint some of the old pieces, add a few chandeliers, curtains, and call it done.  unless i can find someone gullible enough to trim out the windows for me.  unfortunately, that person doesn’t live here.  (when hell freezes over my husband might be caught dead putting molding in a dollhouse.)

but he was kind enough to glue all the doll furniture back together.  nothing wood glue couldn’t fix.  we’ll see how long it lasts.  fortunately there’s enough furniture in there it should take them a while to mow through it all again.  just give them time.

and now i really must clean the boys’ bathroom.  really.

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