So I happened on a fixer-upper of a dollhouse at a swap meet recently.
I didn't think twice before picking it up and hauling it two blocks back to our car (along with the volume of stuffed animals the kids had appropriated).
I had visions of haunted dollhouse in my head.
But ... I am not crafty, no matter what you may think. I'm rarely able to make anything the way I see it in my head ... or even in pictures by people whose ideas I wish to purloin.
But as is usual in delusions like mine, the idea that I might actually be able to make something of this took the shape of a discolored set of curtains, tacks already piercing the fabric, stuffed inside the attic crevice. Horror included.
Taking it home, and setting up near my computer ... where I could stare at it and think. And mull. And Google expensive dollhouse furnishings. And wonder what I was getting myself into.
Finally, I decided on a first step.
I'd make a mattress for the bed I didn't yet have.
I made plans:
And got to work.
After 15 minutes or so I managed to sew this:
It went so well, I'm wondering if I could turn the "Princess and the Pea" fairytale a nightmare?