Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Dear Santa - Part Two

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)


Gorilla Bananas said...

You haven't played with it? I can't believe you've not been tempted to walk your two fingers around the front garden.

nursemyra said...

My father made me a dolls' house when I was little. I wish I still had it

oreneta said...

It looks lovely!

Jaya J said...

This looks solid from the picture :) very pretty.
Money can relieve you of some things. I'd be a hypocrite to give no regards to it because we do wish that we had won that jackpot.

Trish said...

Oh my gosh that is the sweetest story I've ever heard! And a very sweet doll house, too. I can totally see why you would buy it for 8 year-old Beth.

The Bodhi Chicklet said...

It's great when we can satisfy an old *ahem* desire. I can't resist combining that word with the idea of a handyman swinging by...

Beth said...

Okay, okay – I moved the two dolls to the gazebo and back – they didn’t like it there... ;)

I so envy you having had one as a child.

Thanks! I think so.

Jaya J:
I really don’t believe material possessions are the key to happiness – love, family and friends are – but in this case, finally having a dollhouse does make me happy!

Just looking at it makes me smile. :)

Bodhi Chicklet:
I’m shocked! ;)
Actually, I wondered if anyone would think in those terms when I wrote that last bit. Love those handymen!

The Bodhi Chicklet said...

Love a man in, and out, of a uniform!

P.S. My word verification: hotoes!!!!!

Beth said...

Bodhi Chicklet:
I’ll let you know if his skills are up to par! ;)

Zhu said...

It's lovely! Much nicer than these ugly plastic Barbie houses. Money can buy lovely things ;-)

Interwebs Fails said...

I wish I had one. (:

Beth said...

But truly? It can’t buy lasting happiness...

Interwebs Fails:
Sure you do... ;)

DWei said...

Giving Christmas gifts early? Aren't you nice. :P

Jaya J said...

It can't buy happiness for sure. But it offers temporary pleasure every now and then :p

laughingwolf said...

old bethie gots a late b'day/early xmas prezzie... lol

...if you were maryjane[?], the one in the comics with 'sniffles' the mouse, you could move in with him, once you wished yourself his size! ;)

wv: rewderts

laughingwolf said...

what a memory i got... for useless trivia!