My new love

     I have been fascinated with miniatures as long as I can remember and have wanted a dollhouse since I was about 10 years old. Well, I guess good things really do come to those who wait. A couple of weeks ago, I was given a dollhouse that had been in the family of a close friend for 70 years! It was built by my friend's grandfather Lloyd Whittington, in 1950, for his daughter Marty. (Marty is the little girl in the frame at the left of the photo.)

Here's the house: 

It opens from each end and already has electricity.

As soon as I found out I was getting the house, I gathered my polymer clays and started playing around. 

As we're coming into autumn, I thought a jack-o-lantern for the front porch would be festive!

Next came the bushel of apples:

I worked on some more fruit, bread, books, etc., practicing and learning as I go along. 

My favorite (so far) is the plate of blueberry pancakes:

My husband and I are going to tackle the house renovations together this winter. 

(Don't tell anyone, but his eyes light up a little at the prospect.)

Everything pictured here has been made by me except for the desk and swivel chair. 

They were made by my own grandfather many years ago when he saw my interest in miniatures.

As a side note, I have been painting. Really. Up until my new love came along. 

I'm still in the honeymoon phase with the minis, so I'm focusing on them. 

Soon, I'm sure, there will be room for both. 

I think.