Appreciating My Dollhouse

Above, you can see a huge crack in the second floor staircase room of the Beacon Hill. Back when I was first putting together the shell, this crack happened, and I didn't know how to fix it. It gets worse as you go up. Basically, the main wall on the front of the house isn't touching the other wall next to it. It's happening because I didn't know at the time to shave off the tabs that wouldn't fit into the slots. If this happened now, I'd just cut off the extra parts and jam that thing in. But at the beginning, I was scared. So I just left it.

In the future, that crack won't show. The outside of the house will be covered in siding and trim. On the inside, I can fix the wall with filler or some kind of added design. It will be fine. In fact, I'm kind of in love with the crack right now. Because of that crack, I got better at making dollhouses. I learned to have patience, study, develop new skills, and troubleshoot in ways I'd never thought of before. It's a reminder of old faults -- both in skill level and in my mind. I was in a much different place mentally (and physically) when this house started. I've come a long way, baby.

I was worried about bringing the Beacon Hill into my home because it reminded me of the severe depression I had after the big break-up with my ex. Instead, the house has ignited a passion for minis again. I spend so much time reading blogs, looking at photos, and figuring out specs that the long, dark hours of winter haven't been bothering me as much. I'm excited to get finished with my Real Life work so I can devote some time to my hobby each day.

I haven't felt lonely at all.

What a blessing.