Thorne has found a dollhouse that's very much to her tastes.
|"I don't think it'll fit in my room, though... unless it IS my room."|
A peculiar feature of New England and upstate New York is the "book barn." It seems that used books are best sold in barns -- preferably hidden up winding country roads -- and these barns ordinarily employ cats. There was something soothing about striding into a book barn, scooping up a cat, and proceeding to browse. The Book Barn of Niantic was particularly good for this, plus it offered the extra fillip of goats. (I did not scoop up goats. Goats kick.)
So I looked at my 3/8-scale barn, where I'd never figured out how to finish the upper floor, and I thought it needed books.
|The kind of shelving that people build in barns and sheds!|
|Don't get too comfortable.|
|The cow got its hoof caught on the moon and tripped.|
There's a simple answer: I have no idea. The lack of any visible heating system suggests it should be located somewhere like Lompoc, and it's not like anybody's going to volunteer to go to Lompoc to prove that a barn like this is a geographic impossibility.
|View from above.|
And I built the bed, which is pretty much my proudest moment in construction.
It really needs an armoire for storage. And three attempts to build one have gone pear-shaped on me, so I think it's time to declare victory and set the barn on its shelf for a bit.
Among other reasons, there's a new distraction!
|Nastia and Miranda want to know what THIS is.|
|Little cups! Tiny pots!|
|This dog knows the meaning of "sit."|
|So many little plants!|
|Eh, it's fine if you don't care about floor space.|