Sunday, February 28, 2010
I would like to pass this on to:
http://Dollmum.blogspot.com/ I love the face on your thumbnail!
http://diepuppenstubensammlerin.blogspot.com/ I am wild about your collection.
http://susanshouses.blogspot.com/ you inspire me
http://pueppilottchens-spielzeug-blog.blogspot.com/ So creative!
Pandora! of http://smallstuffminiatures,blogspot.com/ your portrait is sooooooo cute!
Friday, February 26, 2010
I removed the added on awning that came with the house. It was yellow striped shirting material with unsightly glue spots. The wood underneath still had bits of the original red and white stripe pattern.
I used Jennifer's free printables, listed below in resources, and had it increased 100%.
This is the result.
I have received the most help from Rebecca, Oese and Callsmall so I pass it on to them.
I will also pass on the awards to my newbie friends, Dana Mocan, Amy, and Pubdoll.
It seems 2 years is about average for a dollhouse blogger, like life gets in the way or they move on. Is that true? Who is the longest running dollhouse blogger besides The Shopping Sherpa whose world famous blog emcompasses so more than just dollhouses? Let me know your opinion.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Her friend Florine agreed on the nude which she placed in the livingroom. Then she could just cuddle up in her afgan, relax and stare at it.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
reproduction of Elvis by Andy Warhol from a night light, Bozart sculpture
antique dollhouse vase, Buddah from Texas Tiny, Bozart urn,
Original nude by Oese
What should she do? She looked for a curator but only saw interns scurrying about making the place run.
Original drawing by Oese
As Colette walked up to the gallery she thought "Oh no. Is that Mr. Green-blue who was a friend of my ex? The one he bought that god awful nude statue from for my birthday? If that's the kind of art they have here... Forget it." She ducked her head so Mr. Green-blue wouldn't see her.
Oh and there were her old neighbors. Hitting the bar. She snuck by them.
The first gallery was incredible. Colette immediately spotted a large nude by a German impressionist.
Original drawing by Oese
On the next floor she saw a naturalist water color that made her think of the oceans, and vacations, and warm sunshine. She really liked it.
She sat in the gallery and stared at the nude. She was transfixed. She couldn't move and I mean that literally.
I had to laugh when Wes Christensen gently let me know I did not have the chimney aligned with the fireplace. Or the stairs in the right spot of the MH1. Doh! I hadn't noticed. So I fixed them.
Does Doris know I carried her red sofa back and forth from my daughter's house to mine so many times over the holidays I rumpled a corner?
I hope they are not shocked. I play hard with these. There is an interplay between form and function. And I mean this literally...
This is why I don't really enjoy playing with the Imagination House. The colors overwhelm everything in it.
But I took Pubdoll's advice and decided to do something totally different with it.
I looked at the post Rebecca had on her blog about it and the version of the Imagination House on the Apartment Therapy blog and came up with the following.
Colette was under the weather. She had a head cold, body ache etc.
She went to the mailbox and found a present. A natural colored afghan made by a friend of hers. It made her day.
She felt instantly better.
She laid on her couch and rested her head.
Then the glaring bare spot over the tv began to bother her.
She looked over at the rest of the mail. There was an invitation to a gallery opening tomorrow. Maybe she would go and see what she could find.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Notice the patio furniture with a brick bar b que and sun umbrella.
It was startingly innovative. Think of the tin litho colonial houses of the time.
I agree with Pubdoll who says she finds them difficult to leave your stamp on. It is rather cold. The plastic has aged well and has not become brittle, but every time I touch it the whole thing wobbles and little lamps fall over.
How did all those kids do it on shag carpets?
It contained cutting edge design when it was made. It seems to be more for display than interaction.
If you played with this as a child please let me know what it was like.
In 1965 I was playing with my Barbie Playhouse. It was made out of cardboard. I remember being disappointed by the cardboard records that came with the "high fi". They said "The Lettermen". That was sooooooooooo passe! We loved the Beatles. I never mentioned it to anyone, but I hid the record in a cardboard drawer of the cardboard dresser. I do remember the legs on the Barbie cardboard furniture easily became worn out and wouldn't stand up well.
The dolls are really figures. The are monochramatic and very detailed. The best part is the women. The Mothers are smoking! AROUND
See how dollhouses encapusalize the social mores of a time?
Look! It's Dad the breadwinner returning home to his nuclear family.
Moms in the Livingroom.
Sis is on the upper level.
Why, if this family has enough money for a high design home, don't they have enough bedrooms? I feel the master bedroom should be bigger and more grand. Yes I know I can design anything but the lack of walls unnerves me to put a bedroom or bathroom out in the open. My figures just can't relax.
The kitchen roombox lives there.
And the 1940's cardboard house.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I used to keep one dollhouse out and the rest in the attic.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Some brave post office worker figured it out and it came to me after several other addresses and said FINAL NOTICE and was about to be returned. It is amazing to me how these little items cross the globe to rest in my little German Bungalow!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Update: Some of my friends only reply on flickr so I had to laugh when one told me about this picture that"it must be windy outside" as the waiter's hair looks like it is being blown. I had to tell her this doll has just been around the block...so to speak.
Happy Valentines and
Thank you for supporting me on my blog!
Mrs. Celluloid, renown in dolland for her jazz singing was accompanied by George Grecon on the piano and the Victorian house flapper fellow brought his trumpet.
(I learned that the reason my daughter is listed twice is because she follows me in G mail AND on Twitter)
The Celuloid's oldest boy, is in High School and going through an insecure phase. He was shy and just hung out by himself in the livingroom, but he said he had a good time watching the adults.