I may have shared this before, but I'm not too sure. Anyway, this is my doll house that is in my living room wall. When I was ten, I had a dream about an old house and in the house were little doors that opened to reveal tiny homes for mice. Ever since then I wanted a house in my wall. I finally got one. It took a fire and the consequent reconstruction to give me the opportunity to make this dream come true. That was the blessing.
These are old photos. Two years ago my sister and her friend brought his daughter to our house for Thanksgiving. The house hasn't been the same since- but Mia loved it!! One day I will open the door and get back in there and straighten it out. It just has not been a priority. Seeing these pictures again makes me want to move it to the top of the list. Done!
Here it is, in all of its glory: