I've read a couple of British Dollhouse and Miniature magazines on my tablet lately and boy, is the hobby ever popular across the pond! Recently I've been fantasizing about going to visit England solely for the purpose of visiting miniatures shops and fairs. That would be dreamy....However I do have a practical side. I want to take Mark with me to the UK and something tells me he wouldn't be thrilled to spend the whole time visiting dollhouse and miniature shops. Maybe he could spend time visiting the castles and museums and we could meet up at the end of the day? :P Last week my friend Susie and I were having a skype date and saying that we would both like to do more traveling and we'd go anywhere. There is no where we're not interested in going. However, we both agreed that travel dreams to drop down to the bottom of the priority list when more prosaic concerns demand attention. For me this includes saving up to buy a house, starting a family, ect.
I think dreams are important though. I love this quote from "Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carol:
"Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things."
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When
I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes
I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Where would we be if we didn't dare to believe the impossible and dream lofty dreams? Life would be boring.
My approach to life is to attend to practical details while dreaming fabulous dreams. I encourage you to do the same!
When my daughter, Stephanie, was a little girl my father made a beautiful doll house. He handmade everything right down to minature furniture and a fully equipped kitchen. The wood he used to construct the house was thick and hard, durable for many generations to come. Stephanie is all grown up now with two sons, who aren't interested in a doll house, so she gave the house to her younger sister, Katie, who has two daughters. My father passed away years ago back in 1992. He was an artist working in many different mediums. The family has oil paintings of landscapes and handmade wooden birds carved to be exactly the dimensions of a real bird. One day I opened his refrigerator and saw a baggie with a frozen Bluejay tucked inside. One last memory as to how amazing my father was : One cold winter he handbuilt a full sized sailfish boat in our garage. Everyday I think about my father and wish he was still alive. Our family changed forever when he died. Life seems so random, at times. I guess the key to going on is about letting go and finding a peaceful acceptance for life on life's terms. Thank-You, Ruth, for helping me to remember a time when my father was at his very best, loving and kind, happy, and giving the most precious gift - his time.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing that story Elizabeth! That sounds like an amazing dollhouse! I've read a couple of similar stories in Dollhouse Magazines or on one of my favorite Dollhouse blogs, DIY Dollhouse Blog by Joann Swanson.
DeleteRuth, I want to tell you my blog ' Journal For * Tommorrow * ' is something of the past. I never work on it anymore. Maybe I'll start up again ? (((hugs))) Elizabeth ( ' Paige ' )
ReplyDeleteI think you should start it up again! I'm going to look it up in a minute. Blogging is very therapeutic. Someday I hope to have several different blogs going at once..
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