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The doll house

I have been following this thread on Den of Angels about doll housing to get ideas for a more official dwelling for my kids.

I love the Christmas lights around the box.

A comfy, cozy sleep place.

Gives me warm fuzzy feelings about being a kid and having my own room. And I like the simplicity.

This is tight, and I love the message board.

This one is crazy, yet fascinating.

Sweet, charming, also a nice feeling of space.

This room is the most amazing of them all.

Melts my heart with doilies.

Plants and things on windowsill.

Pretty, girly.

My best idea so far is to go with my original wall shelves. Ophelia and Shelley can share the large one, and Johnny can have the small one. The small one is too high up. It needs to be moved lower than the large one, so that they are still staggered. Below will be the strawberry bed, when it's finished. I think it would be cute to have a little ladder by the shelves for the kids to go up and down.

It would allow for a sense of space and light. It would be uncluttered and also would not take up precious floor space. How I wish we had the floor space to spend, and that I had a window on which I could set up house. I would turn my photo cube into a gauzy tent and leave it out all the time. I also wish I could have little plants and a "rooftop" garden. I still can't find a way to put in lighting, either.

For now, I will dream.

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