Apparently, I am still playing Santa to young children this Christmas – and delighted to do so.
I purchased this antique dollhouse for an eight year old girl named Beth. Considering the fact Beth is now a mature woman of a certain delectable age, she is inordinately thrilled with her early Christmas gift. And if you are at all curious as to the history of a dollhouse vis-à-vis young Beth, check out this link.
While in an antique store, I stood mesmerised in front of this dollhouse. It was calling my name. “Beth (or, rather, Bethie…), you want me. We’ve been destined to be together lo these many years…” Okay, okay, I realize it wasn’t actually talking – that the voice I was hearing was my own, but still – enchantment reigned. And the storeowner knew he was looking at an easy mark.
Moral of the story? It may sound crass, but not only can money can buy happiness, it can also purchase a dream. And it is never too late to fulfill a dream – if you remain a child at heart.
And, no, I do not “play” with it. Yet. It needs repairs. Hence, its very affordable price. I have a handyman coming to do repairs around the house in two weeks. I wonder if he’d consider working on a dollhouse?
(if a certain someone is reading this and his memory happens to be in “function mode” – yeah, I know…it was a very, very early xmas gift)