One of the first guys to arrive at the yard sale ( 30 minutes early) bought a big box of dolls and my doll house. Actually, it's a miniature house that I loved working on when I was in high school. I made furniture, food items, dishes, all sorts of things. It was more about fabrication than dolls. Actually, it never had tiny people in it. But I loved it and I loved working on it.
It stayed in it's corner for years and years, waiting to be loved by another.
When I sold it, I had the idea that I would be selling it to someone whose daughter was interested in minuatures. But the man was very interested in the whole kit, so he took it for $5.
I was so happy about it until at the end of the sale, I realized he had taken everything out of the house and left the house by the trash.
It was soaked with rain and falling apart by then.
Oddly, it mirrors this house where I grew up. It has been sitting patiently for someone to love it. But it is becoming ever more clear that it is quickly turning to trash.
I hope we can sell it for more than $5, though.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
The House Where Nobody Lives
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