Playing House

I've been playing house today.

I spent most the morning sorting thru and ironing vintage linens.

Like many of you, I have baskets of them. Just a few are quality pieces. Most have stains, but I don't mind.

I played around in my dining room, which at this moment looks more like a vintage shop than a place to dine!

When I was a little girl, I loved to play house. My daddy built my sister and I a "real" playhouse in the back yard. It was pink! It had a Dutch door and cute little windows that opened out on hinges with little window boxes underneath.

Inside was a little table and chairs, our doll bed, and kitchen things.

I don't have many memories playing in it, though. I remember dragging my toys back into the house because I wanted to play close to my mother. I was definitely attached emotionally to my mother. I felt terribly lonely in the doll house.

My mother was beautiful. She was tall and slim with dark wavy hair. She had beautiful blue eyes and always, her lips were painted with a bright shade of lipstick. She laughed a LOT!

My mother kept a clean and practical home. It was lovely, but there were just a few pretty things. She did not collect things when we were young. No money really, for herself. She spent most of her time cooking, cleaning, doing the yard, and sewing. She sewed nearly all of my sister and my clothes.

My mother loves to visit me and my house! She just loves all my stuff!

I purchased a box of dolls recently, for a sweet little price. I fluffed up their terribly flattened frocks and here they are, so cute, don't you think?

And, here is one more. She is taking a trip to Ireland to find herself a pot of gold!

Happy St. Paddy's Day, everyone!

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We had Mercy Week in kindergarten last week. I just have to share these cute pictures with you.

Piggie Cupcakes!

And we ate 3 loaves of toasted bread, with a great deal of butter, of course!

 

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