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Showing posts with label dollhouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dollhouse. Show all posts
Monday, November 5, 2007
Did you have a dollhouse when you were a kid?
I bought this silver teatray...
On the Ile Saint-Louis at L'Ile Flottante...
And this doll's tea set I bought at the puce...
And all sorts of dollhouse memories came flooding back...
A dollhouse can be a refuge - an escape from reality.
If you happen to have an older and much bigger sister, who isn't thrilled you showed up on the scene, your dollhouse becomes your sanctuary.
Like Alice, you decide to taste the "drink me" bottle.You become very small and hide inside your dollhouse.
Inside you can dream up anything you want. Your imagination takes off. Out of adversity comes...creativity.
This tiny shop, L'Ile Flotantte on the Ile Saint-Louis is heaven for former and current dollhouse addicts..
If you can't run over there today, take a look at their wonderous website...
Or take the Metro to the Pont Marie stop and just cross the bridge...
I still have this tiny sewing machine - the last remnant of my dollhouse. It never stitched up anything except the fabric of my dreams... In the end, maybe I should thank my sister.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Here is just a little of the bootie I acquired at the Sunday puce in Provence...
And here's what I broke while browsing... I didn't take it with the rest my items. Was that a mistake?
A terrific coffee moulie for the wall. Ah Ha! Bleu de Provence!!!
I thought this was fun - A dealer's petit dejeuner...
Lots of dollhouse petit dejeuner sets... Who could resist? I bought one.
Complet tea sets for grownups too...
And in so many beautiful colors.
The puce went on forever down so many avenues and lanes in the park.
Here Corey, flea market shopper searches for special goodies. 4 eyes are better than 2, and I'm used to looking for still life objects, so we each found things the other would like but not necessarily spot .
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