A few weeks ago, after completing exterior construction on the Trash House, I put away my dollhouse making supplies. At the time, it seemed like a good decision.
It began with my assessment that COVID was in the rearview mirror, and building dollhouses had been my COVID distraction. I’ve enjoyed the hobby, but I needed a break. From my very first project, my real house has been chaos. If my house was my dog, it would look like Sunny, pictured above. I’m not an organized person under the best of circumstances, and not having visitors gave me an excuse to really let things go. And go they did.
Then, there was the matter of my hand infirmity. At some point during house #2, my index finger became tight and then began triggering. It spread to my middle finger, which burned when I tried to curl my fingers into a fist. I figured it resulted from muscle and tendon stress from pressing on cutting tools, but even as I eased up on construction, the index finger on my other hand began to stiffen. At this point, it looks like some sort of arthritis-y condition, but I figure taking a break can’t hurt/might help.
But wait, there’s more. I didn’t want to completely abandon my creative self, and I’ve slowly been pivoting toward making perfume. For the past few months, I’ve been acquiring basic supplies and I have been looking forward to exploring perfumery as another potential hobby. This is as good a time as any.
And then, there is the ever-present issue of the space required in storing and displaying the finished houses. I have covered every available surface in the living room with the four houses I’ve made to date. Someone suggested I start putting them in the so-called “rabbit room,” which is actually inhabited by a rabbit and a chinchilla. This very helpful individual figured the bunny and chinchilla could explore the tiny houses, and then, gnaw their way through them, effectively turning my beautiful little houses into mulch. I like creative problem solving as much as the next person, but I’m going to put that one in the category, “Yeah, no.”
And so, I put away my dollhouse making supplies, and began to look ahead.
And then, I saw my empty kitchen table, and I was sad. It’s where my beautiful Beachside Bungalow came to life; followed by my difficult second child, the Westville; my remarkable Rye; and my little rebel, the Orchid, AKA the Trash House. And suddenly, I am the empty nester who just dropped off her youngest at college.
And so, after a couple of weeks of staring regretfully at my empty workspace, I was back at Earth and Tree seeking options, and options, I found. I hadn’t considered 1/2″ scale, “wall house-dollhouse” kits, or room boxes!
And so, the new project is in the mail: the Tilton Room Box Kit, a made in USA, 21″ wide, single room with an interesting slanted wall, and a magical, little back patio. Hopefully, it will be a little less messy and intrusive than its full-size predecessors.
World chaos continues, but the dreaded events of the day are once again firmly where they belong: outside. The new project will be on the kitchen table soon. Inner peace has been restored.
Walking away from something is good; sometimes, five minutes is good enough.