This is what I want for Christmas:
Okay, I would settle for this:
Because as a little girl when I asked (prayed) for a dollhouse from Santa, I got this:
Are you trying to figure out what that is? It’s my (pitiful) sketch of a circular BUNGALOW dollhouse. I have no artistic talent at all - which is painfully obvious. I can’t (or won’t) tell you the number of sketches I drew before settling on this pathetic one. Trust me. It’s the best I can do.
Anyway, I would have spared you my art work but I COULD NOT find an image of a BUNGALOW dollhouse anywhere.
And the reason for that? My guess is – they don’t exist. They weren’t a hit back then and never became one. Production must have stopped after such abysmal sales that year.
Imagine my devastation Christmas morning. Obviously, Santa (a.k.a. my parents) had no comprehension as to how one played with a dollhouse. A BUNGALOW dollhouse just doesn’t cut it. And do you know why? Because as the director of the dollhouse family drama you must be able to see into each and every room. Having to turn the damn thing around in a circle to check the rooms, the furniture and the people is just plain wrong. You must maintain vigilant control at all times – you must know what every figure is doing in every room, every second. The story of your dollhouse family will not flow without this constant attention to every detail.
Does this make any kind of sense?
Can you tell I am still a little upset over this?
Really, it was just one of those minor childhood traumas.
I’ll get over it. Eventually.
(But just in case anyone was wondering what to get me for Christmas….)