I have a love/hate thing with the prairies. I love the simple understated idea of them, but having grown up there with nothing around for pretty much a day's drive, I hate those boring fields of canola or whatever it is.
Yet I love the idea of me sitting in a golden field of hay with my horse and goat and pony and little sheep that I never had. We'd be a tough ass crew! There'd be so much poo everywhere! We'd chew on cud all day and just run around and frolic and then go sleep in the old barn. A DOLLHOUSE barn.
(but I originally saw it on Got Craft)
Yep. That's where me and my farm animal gang would live. I guess it's pretty much a regular house with plexi glass on one side, but it still looks all pretty and painted and lit up.
I remember having doll house furniture but not having an actual doll house. What kind of sick joke is that, mom? What kind of kid can just play with tables and chairs and a dresser?
And now, living in Vancouver, I probably won't ever have a real house either, thanks to these ridiculous million dollar housing prices and my very own extreme lack of motivation and planning for my future. Maybe my first step to a real house is to get the doll house I never had. Oh man, I don't want to be that weirdo adult that goes all nuts on their dollhouse and they don't even have any kids. Ok, so first I'll get a kid.
(This is feeling very "If you give a mouse a cookie..." except backwards, and with no mice or cookies)