My little girl loves playing dollhouse with my hubby, and it is interesting to watch the interaction between my daughter and the pieces. The dollhouse is the first thing she opens up in the morning and she returns to it throughout the day to add pieces, feed the dolls, or rearrange the pieces. This would make a great first dollhouse for that special princess in your life!
With the dollhouse in tow, we headed home. I worked on it for the next month or so. I painted trim and repaired furniture, added pieces she needed from my own collection, and we kicked around the idea of doors for a long time. The addition of extra floors was quickly scrapped, due to simply having the wrong material. Her granddad had cut some scrap wood to just the right size, but it was too thick to really be usable.
All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed my project and would love to paint another plastic dollhouse in the future. Shortly after this project I picked up a small Littlest Pet Shop dollhouse playset and have made plans to turn it into the cutest little half scale shop. Stay tuned for that project!
Anger. By the time I finished the girls' section, I'd worked myself into a feminist rage. It started as a quiet simmer while I checked out kid-sized kitchen ensembles, ginormous dollhouses, and doll babies that drank from a bottle, wiggled, peed and cried. I might be in the minority, but I don't think toys should mimic the boredom of domestic life. Too 1950s, if you get my drift. But I changed my tune by the time I got through the Princess Barbie crap. The frilly dresses, the vanity table with three mirrors. (Paperwork, not reflections, should come in triplicate.) It made me cringe. Not to mention that the princess narrative demands a prince who sometimes kisses her into life and always sweeps her away into Happily Ever After. Sound like reality to you?