So I have been fascinated with dollhouse miniatures today. While browsing about www.etsy.com, a small thumbnail picture that was in the corner of my computer screen caught my eye; it was the most adorable, hand made, itty bitty chocolate cake that was no larger than a quarter! I had to investigate this uniquely detailed craft and was utterly enthrall by the pieces these hobbyists were creating. The realism and charm of such tiny croissants, donuts, cookies, tarts and cupcakes is remarkable!
These pieces reminded me of the grandeur of childhood. As a little girl, I relished in the joy of arranging and organizing my own dollhouse my grandpa made for me. Although the house had only four rooms, to me it was a piece that was no less real than the house I lived in; each room was wallpapered in a different print, the windows shadowed by laced curtains, the kitchen had tiled floors while the others had hardwood and there was even crown molding around the ceilings. I meticulously would arrange tiny beds, china cabinets, kitchen table and night stands within the dollhouse dreaming of decorating my own house one day. Although its construction was incredibly simplistic, to me, it represented a piece of my adulthood that was incredibly real and complicated; however, it was not complicated enough to frighten only excite me as i drifted into a reverie of my future dreams and aspirations.
