So I was all excited to show my mom my Gypsy caravan and the "Versailles Sitting Room" I'm working on. She's a seamstress, has been known to just reupholster a couch just for a change (no slipcovers for her). She makes her own tablecloths, drapery and loves a craft project. I said to her, "Here's the dollhouse I'm decorating." She says, "Oh the one you already decorated?" Touche, Mother, touche. She's right: First life: Then, Living Room Close up: Then I made Josephine's apartment more New Yorky by moving her up a level and putting a store on the first level. Which has now been a new age store, a cafe and just a place where random items hang out en route to another project. And now the former kitchen, now sitting room getting its final (?) makeover. Dudes, I have a problem. I'm so terrified to commit. I envy those of you who build a diorama, then take it down after you take photos. I can't be that girl. I agonize for ages ...
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