I had a dollhouse, with wallpapers, curtains, real little electrical lamps and furniture. There were no dolls to it though, the ones I had, was too big for it. The house had little closets you could close and open, a small detail that was very important to me. Unfortunately I had a friend, a girl who was a bit younger, who secretly bit off the wires on my little lamps and destroyed them that way. I played with this house a lot, took out everything and put it back, in a slightly different way. I was a sucker for style and decor and all things mini. I dreamed at night, that I would go mini and enter my house.
I remember I visited a girl in class, who also had a house like mine. To me she was a pretty odd, sour, awkward girl. For that reason, I didn't like her much and she never became a friend, more just a girl in my class girl. It was nothing mean about her though. I had wanted to be her friend, because another girl that I knew, had her as a friend. I was shocked when I discovered, that she didn't like to play with dolls. In fact, it wasn't much, she really liked in my impression. I tried to figure out if she was mad with me, for some reason, cause girls could be that way. They made a small drama for a short moment, sitting still, being grumpy at the mouth, turning their back to you and you had to figure out whatever they felt, cause they wouldn't tell you. Usually it was wanting attention, wanting you to agree with her, letting her have it her way. If they acted up like that, I usually always just let them have it, I didn't want to waste time and energy on silly arguments, over stupid things. Anyway, this girl was not sour with me, she just didn't like to play with dolls, nor doll houses, or anything that I liked to do, with a girl. In my idea back then, it was purposeless to have a girl friend, who was like that. She could be difficult and tartly, but she couldn't not play with dolls. A girl without dolls was less interesting.
But she had a doll house, just like mine. It stood in her mother's sewing room and maybe it was more her mother's minihouse, than her's. It was so many things in it, even sets of mini stuff, on the mini tables. It was all nicely put in, I don't think I at that age, had the ability, to make a dollhouse look that nice. It was almost like an adult, had put everything in it's place. She was a boygirl and I wasn't too dumb to not imagine, that it was in fact her mother, that played with the house. I asked the girl, if we could take everything out and put it back in, but of course she says no. And it was a pain, cause I had never in person, seen more miniatures, put into one little mini house, in my life. I figured that I would never see it again, any other place in my life, nothing so great. And there it was, right in front of my nose and the girl said no. It was wicked, because I had sat with her, in the kitchen, as her mother baked, doing nothing, feeling bored. I had stood with her, in the street outside their house, doing nothing, because she wanted too. In the end, I realised it wasn't me, it was her. She just didn't like to do anything, that I liked to do.
We never connected. She left me in her mother's sewing room, where I was standing in front of the mini house, looking. I wasn't someone who stole things, I never did, I never thought of it. But as I stood there, I ended up thinking about a girl, who always took things from me. She would take things she envied me and later on, she would show me the stolen item, saying she had one too now. She would say it, knowing, that I knew, that she had taken it, also knowing that I would never dare to take it back. -"Where is yours now? Did you lose it?... Oh, that's bad"... As I thought of this, standing there in front of the minihouse alone; I started to make excuses in myself, for wanting to take an item, just one. First of all, the girl didn't care for the minihouse. Second, she wouldn't let me play with it, just a little bit even and I was someone very careful and would never ruin an item. She would never notice if a small mini mini thing would be gone, her mother wouldn't either (?) I wanted to see, if I could get away with it. I was always too kind anyway.
I ended up taking a small mini mini soda bottle, that sat on the mini table. I placed it in my pocket, instantly regretting it, feeling a fear, remembering what my mother had said. Besides my grandmother often claimed, that she had never taken an item from anyone, that was not hers, not even a button she said. And that meant a lot, it had a point, I knew. I was a thoughtful kid, but I was also just a kid. So as I regretted, hesitated and decided to change my mind, the girl entered the room and I was standing there, with the item in my pocket. I had never stolen before, but I left the house with the item in my pocket. When I came home, I felt really bad about it. I never spent much time with this girl, of course she would notice the missing item, maybe her mother would and of cause they would link it to me, thinking I often did that. Cause when someone stole something from me, I saw it, right after they had left. I thought about secretly putting back the item I took, I never liked having it and I never did put it in my toyhouse, but because I rarely spent time with the girl, it never happened, besides I probably wouldn't dare. I hid the little mini soda bottle, hoping no one would find it.
Later on I stole an item, from a friend once again. I took a mini figurine, that I found wasted on the floor, in her closet. I felt the case was different though. The girl I took it from, where the one who often took from me and showed me the stolen items afterwards. She placed it sometimes on her shelf, or on the table, for me to spot it. So I ended up taking the miniature, out of anger towards her. When I came home, I threw the item away. I never stole from a person again, besides from not returning library books, as a kid.
Anyway, I wasn't going to talk about all this really, it's kind of a boring thing to read about I suppose. I was going to show you one of my favourite toys. Sylvanian Families have everything, I would want out of a toy. Maybe I wouldn't play with it, as I would have when I was a kid, but I would still love to have it. It's a bit like Beatrix Potter, it's little cute animals with soft velvet fur, that comes with their own clothing sets and items and houses and what not. They became popular around a time, when I started to feel childish about liking toys. I feel now that I'm still a kid at heart, I always wondered when I would grow out of it. But I'm too old to apologise and I'm too old to be an "adult" now.
There is kitchen sets, with teapot and teacups and plates and things to put in the oven! Decorational stickers to add, that will look like real porcelaine plates! I always wanted a mini oven, when I was growing up.
I would be a great cook, if only had these cooking utensils and food items, in my mini world.
More make-up and glitters, than Barbie ever had.
