It's been a whirlwind of a week.
Milly back at school, Eva still on holiday, and a few days in Melbourne for the trade shows.
I sometimes think I must have been a circus juggler in a previous life!
Life is still a circus! And I'm still desperately juggling!
Do you remember when I found this amazing doll's house?
It seems like yesterday, not nearly 3 years ago.
It was when we were about to move the store, and I was at an auction, supposedly to buy some lovely old chairs. Instead I came home with a rather large doll's house.
Since then it has been at the store, where it sits, high, high up on the wall in our children's section.
Today I was up the ladder beside it changing the display.
As I was giving the roof a little dust, it occurred to me that it had been too long since I had opened it up for a little play. So, despite the fact that I was two something metres up a ladder in high heels, I had a little moment of indulgence.
Oh yes, she's a bit time worn this poor old house, and could do with a lot of tlc, but, she must have been quite grand in her day.
I swear, I was just like 'our Else' in Katherine Mansfield's short story, The Doll's House.
Have you read 'The Doll's House'? We studied it at school, and it has been etched on my memory ever since. There is a wonderful podcast of it here, with Margaret Drabble reading it beautifully.
The story is, as Margaret says, heartbreaking & painful, and so memorable. Listen to it!
Your eyes will glisten, but only because we understand the situation all too well.
And though it's not quite like the lamp as in the story, I am marveling at those miniscule lightbulbs.
And tomorrow, I really will finish the display!