Sunday is the day I usually go shopping. I am not shopping today for obvious reasons so I turned my attention to my cluttered attic kneewall.
Near the kneewall door on top of the box of old family bibles I cannot bear to throw away but also don’t know what to do with was a purple bag holding dollhouse furniture from the 50s and 60s. The furniture came with a vintage dollhouse that my mom gave my daughter one Christmas, thinking it was worth money. It may have been, but Clare never really liked it. We donated the dollhouse a few years ago, but kept the furniture. It’s dusty and dirty from years in the kneewall and then more time in a bag that once held muddy boots.
I remembered I’d bought a mini light box, fished it out and decided to take photos of the furniture and the couple who lived in the dollhouse. There is more furniture in another dollhouse that we still have. If this isolation period goes on long enough, you’ll see that too!
3 thoughts on “Tiny Furniture”
I love these, thinking about a house with so many sinks and no beds. 🙂
I bet these ARE worth money if you can find the right buyer. Did you ever see the Lena Dunham film Tiny Furniture?
Yes! That’s where the blog title came from.