All The Small Things

It's getting late and this time of night my mind wanders somewhat. We just had our 5th wedding anniversary this month. I was looking through my pictures and found this one. I wonder if my husband really knew what he was getting into. The caption for this picture might be "What do you mean there are seven more?" or "Yes, she really is coming home with us." The wedding was made up of many small things. Many small grandkids. We were over the legal limit for flower girls. We are cutting up a small cake, there was a larger one but the caterer (oh no, you didn't!) cut it up for us. Maybe it was all the extra cakes that threw the cake cutter off. We had this little extra cake just in case we ran out and, there was another cake for a good friend who celebrated his birthday by attending our wedding with his wife. So we surprised him and and sang him happy birthday. It was all in all a good party.

And my small house is filled with smaller houses. There are three functional dollhouses here, and one under construction. The girls are hoping I will get started on the in construction soon again. I am trying to clear out some space to get at it. What is that fascination with little things, the smaller the better? I have my original dollhouse from (gasp) 1946, and even a little of the furniture. That in itself is amazing considering that when my sister and I got through playing dollhouse we took the chimney off and rode the roof like a horse. I bought little dollhouse stuff to put in the not yet built dollhouse. Tiny dishes, itty bitty furniture; I made tiny books, tiny record albums. (ha! who has albums anymore?) Actually this is the second not-built dollhouse. The first is a three story, 10 room Victorian that I bought myself for my birthday one year. I can be overly enthusiastic at times. I decided I needed to start smaller and now have a 6 room doll house that is started but not by very much. Maybe I can work my way down to a two room doll cabin I won't finish. That didn't keep me from buying little bathroom fixtures, two sets of Victorian bathroom fixtures actually. In my enthusiam I sometimes forget what I have stashed away. A lot of it is from garage sales, other people building dollhouses and giving up. That's it people, just give up and let me have your little tiny furniture.

And rocks. Any rock gatherers out there? I have agates I found with my Dad and he polished for me, and rocks from nearly every river in this state. I have glass bowls with rocks in them all over the house. My jade plant has two humungous pink quartz chunks and a bunch of crystals around. My whole family seems to collect rocks. And fossils. And marbles, the marbles I had when I was a kid plus some newer ones also in a glass bowl. So ha, I do have all my marbles. I need some tiny rocks to put in a tiny bowl in one of those dollhouses. And tiny pictures of those grandkids for the little walls. What walls, better get out the Elmers and start building again.