(Mandi's phony "I'm working" shot.)
And it's been real-- but not real fun. Well, okay, parts of have been fun.
Let me tell you about this little dollhouse:
Although I love the look of bright! and vivid! colors, I wanted it to somewhat match my little girl's room. The colors in their are soft and fragile ("frageelay! It must be Italian!").
So, um, would you laugh at me if I
Daddy-o, close your eyes at this "hardwood" disaster/catastrophe.
Hey! I like to think of it as a "rustic" look. They're "hand-scraped", okay?
"Could" I "use" any more "quotes" today? Do ya "think"?
Have I ever told you that I've always wanted a good, old-fashioned, black & white checkered floor?
Someday. Some. Day. For now I'll live through this dollhouse.
How funny/crazy/insane would I be if I
Board & batten?
Hey! A chalkboard wall! How original! No one's ever thought of that before.
What would you think if I took the time to cut in little windows?
I know. It's borderline ridiculous.
So, while I have zero energy to make furniture now, I'm gonna call this good. For now. BECAUSE I'M SICK OF IT. I have years to home improve this bad boy as my baby grows up.
Anywho- I've got good news and bad news.
The good news? Even the boys are excited to play with it. They're making plans on just where the bathroom will be.
Bad news? I just checked, and I don't know how in H I'm gonna fit it through her door. Sunuva.
Pssst, don't judge my stairs. They've got "issues". Thanks.