I've been trying not to really think about using the guest room for anything, because I was kind of mentally holding it open to be E's space if he ever moved in. Now he and I are talking about building him a Fancy Shed in the backyard in that eventuality, though, so it opens up Actually Doing Things with the guest bedroom. Like more book cases! Storage for instrument cases! And finally moving my giant dollhouse from my folks place, which would make them very happy even tho' it's just tucked in a closet.
I'm really surprised by how excited I am about that last one.
First: yeah, I have a giant dollhouse. I've had it since I was four -- I got it for Christmas after my parents picked it up at a garage sale, and when we were in an apartment I think it served as their 'dream about nice houses and remodeling' outlet, so the whole lower floor except the kitchen is done in actual wood, hand laid piece by piece. And when I say 'whole lower floor' I'm not talking about two rooms in something that looks like a shelf; this monster is a foursquare
. It's two rooms deep -- just about thirty inches. It's open on the back and hinged on the front. I've never seen another dollhouse like it (and I used teh googles!).
I haven't thought about it much in ten years, but now that I can actually bring it home I'm... kind of enthused? I mean, on one level it's ridiculous because A) I DO NOT NEED ANOTHER HOBBY and B) I have a human-sized house that I'm always working on, so surely that home-improvement demon is exorcised enough? And may I remind myself of point A again, and unfinished fan writing and a garden that needs me and a desire to have enough fine art for a show in the nearish future? C'mon, Shades, this is nuts
But on the other hand, I really don't want to give it away (illogical forceful 'MINE' reaction, wow), and after doing Real House Stuff for a few years all the things I'd always sort of dreamed of fixing on the dollhouse as a kid look so easy
now. There's no plumbing! No heavy lifting! And it would never be on my 'to do' list because it'd be an actual hobby, rather than a... whatever it is when all your hobbies have become semi-professional, like my music and my art, or kind of pressing and necessary, like remodeling and gardening.
A single, utterly foolish thing.
So when I've had time to clear out the last of the guest room (there's a table of stuff I need to sort to make room), I think the dollhouse is coming home. And maybe come fall, when the gloom sets in, I'll poke at it. Because I really am a premature old lady, dedicated to my weird spinster aunt hobbies. Even if I abandon them for a decade or so.