15 June 2008
At the moment I'm in the process of helping redesign a dollhouse, hence dollhouse line-up. I had a Barbie dreamhouse when I was little and I loved it. It was a three storey pink palace spectacular with a extra fancy art nouveau lift. As I was always a shortie, this dollhouse towered over me for many years. When I was finally tall enough to see the roof and really play hard core, my cat, Tootsie, caught a rat and somehow it got stuck on the second floor, head wedged in the lift and died. Traumatised and unable to get the image out of my mind of that poor rat scurrying around trying to escape from interiors of pink, lace, plastic and a cat who looked like Hitler, I couldn't bear to play with my Barbie dreamhouse ever again. Poor Barbie dreamhouse got relegated to the shed where I'm sure it provided a home for many a rat. Here is my latest version of a dollhouse, Miss Modern with her Palm Springs House.