...built by my father one cold winter when I was small, hewn by hand from the massive trunk of a Woodstock pine that fell during a latenight winter storm, decorated by my mother, re-established for the QQ for years to come.
1/18/10
The dollhouse...
...built by my father one cold winter when I was small, hewn by hand from the massive trunk of a Woodstock pine that fell during a latenight winter storm, decorated by my mother, re-established for the QQ for years to come.
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That is just amazing...
OMG, I covet your dollhouse. BB is getting a very ordinary dollhouse for her birthday this year.
What a treasure that dollhouse is! Absolutely beautiful!
oh seriously. gorgeous. and what a TREASURE to be passed on from one generation to the next. :O)
I am in love with that little woodland house! So special. And how neat that QQ gets to enjoy it now =)
charming!
It's really quite magical.
Now this I covet. I know we shouldn't, and I've had magical toys, but what and AMAZING house to be able to imagine in.
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