Ever since I was a wee one, I have loved old fashioned things, especially miniature items. My dad was a minister...and I found myself in church most nights of the week. I actually loved being in church, and taking along as many toys as my two little hands could hold! I found that I could take more things with me if they were small. So I loaded up my treasures and headed to church.
I also found that the pews of the church made wonderful walls for my pretend doll house. The songbooks when opened in such a way would separate the rooms, then I would place all the little goodies I brought in different rooms I made. I would have a couple of Barbie dolls, and baby dolls(these fit in my mom's purse) a great deal of Barbie shoes, tiny pots and pans, little books, pens, crayons. I finally upgraded to a tote to carry all my goodies. If I ever left one of my dolls at church after a few tears my dad would go back to get it for me. I created quite a world in those church pews. Barbie would fall in love with Ken and go to church, or Barbie would get married at the church, or Barbie would break a leg...at church. You get the picture!
I am nearing the end of my time being in my forties and I find that I am still drawn to these little treasures! So inside my hoosier is this little scene I just created. I can close the doors and most passer by's would never know what exists on the other sides of the cabinet doors. I find that I get excited when I see little vignettes by other people that hold a few miniatures amongst their treasures. For some reason these little treasures speak to the little girl inside me. And now they still speak to the big girl inside me. Perhaps it is like holding a little baby in your arms, it makes you yearn to snuggle with them. There is something in childhood that has never quite let go of me...and I hope it never will.
My childhood was mostly happy, filled with stories of my own making...
stories I can still remember. I loved creating then, and I do now. I created wonderful happy endings for my dolls, cute doll clothes that they could wear on their outings. My mother taught me to sew by hand, and as I grew older I would take my little basket of fabrics, thread, needles and scissors with me. The doll clothes and blankets were probably ridiculous....but I was very happy with the process of cutting and sewing and eventually trying to fit my creation on my latest doll.
These tiny little shoes get to me.
Whenever I find small treasures at a antique or thrift store I find myself looking around, lest someone should try to wrestle them out of my hands!
Thank you so much for your visit!
I hope your day is far more wonderful than you could ever have hoped for!
"For I know the plans I have for you, plans for good and not heartache...to give you a future and a hope!" Jeremiah 29:11