I almost had a heart attack when someone inquired about this set!
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the last of childhood miniatures here
They asked what color eyes the baby twins had, so I answered black and thought it was an odd enough question to mean they weren't going to buy it.
photo via Hoarder Rehab
the last of childhood miniatures here
However, they wrote back quickly and asked the cost of shipping to their zip code! And then I had my recovering hoarder "heart attack!" Until I got a story.... and I thought there name looked familiar and they were return buyers from If You Give a Mouse a Cookie Doll and Book! Read it here.
photo via Hoarder Rehab
the last of childhood miniatures here
See the rose patterned carriage bedding? I made that when I was about 8 years old for the caco twins. For some reason I had to have the twins and the carriage. They didn't match the doll house family I had, but I didn't care and everyone just seemed to fit right in together!
As a matter of fact, not much in my doll house matched and none of that bothered me. Here's the rest of the family:
photo via Hoarder Rehab
the last of childhood miniatures here
It was pretty traumatic when they left too, but they came with a story and an update photo, and the Grandmother who ordered them, stole away during Christmas just to take a photo of the little girl in her new bed and send it to me Christmas day! So that helped tons to bring more joy over the pain knowing it's with a little girl who loves the same green and pink I did as a child, read and see the story, here.
I still don't really know why the loss of these are so upsetting to me and in this moment my mind is so clouded and muddled I really can't fathom a reason. I haven't been grounded the past week or two and quite frankly just feel exhausted and a recluse.
Hmmm... the word, "recluse" just popped into my head and I don't even know what it really means, so I had to look it up. There are many definitions, some more harsh than others, so here is the one that best describes me right now, "Recluse:, a person who lives in seclusion or apart from society, often for religious meditation."
I suppose mine would be for hoarder meditation, so I can get back on track....I thought I was peeling back the onion and getting closer to the core, but right now I feel stuck. Stuck not quite in a bad way, nor good way, just stuck on middle ground somewhere neutral and in limbo. Maybe a type of resting vacation to draw strength to move forward again.
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