Building dollhouses began as my COVID distraction until, one day, poof! I woke up and Barry Manilow was following me around the house crooning, “I’ve looked up, down, tryin’ to get the feeling again.” No more dollhousing. I’d lost interest.

At the same time, I’d planned on walking away from realsmallrealestate, but over the last few months, I’ve found a hundred things I’ve wanted to blah, blah, blah, blah about.

For any dollhouse enthusiast visitors, my work is still cataloged in these pages. For those who stop by for my Wim Hof updates, I’m still at it and will offer periodic progress reports. The rest of the site will be an incoherent mish-mash of whatever strikes my interest on any given day.

If you’re looking for the word salad bar of blog sites, you’re in the right place.

Thanks so much for stopping by.

“…there is a magical place i visit sometimes. my eyes and hands wander through rooms i know so well…

“…a lovely space. a lovely escape. it is my dollhouse.”


Keep Calm And Dollhouse On

…the British Government…ish