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The Dollhouse II
By kiri | July 13, 2008
I remembered what else I came home with. The caretaker sent me home with some jimson weed! Okay, not full-fledged flowers, but I do have seeds to dry out and plant next spring.
I’m not stupid enough to use the stuff, but I was looking at one of the old blooms and thought it’d be a neat flower to have so I asked her what they were. When she mentioned jimson, I couldn’t help but laugh. I fully remembered the episode of CSI: where they were chasing a guy dealing the stuff.
She says that she prefers to call them by their other name, moonflowers, and I can see why. Having these things around with experimental teens on the loose could be a bad, bad thing.
Anyway, I got the dollhouse unloaded today and snapped a bunch of pictures. As a matter of fact, I took more than I thought I would so the rest of the pictures will have to wait until later on this afternoon.
(All the brown spots are the buggy goop I have to scrub. There’s plenty more in the chimney and down the lines. That’s going to be a fun job! -smirks-)
(That’s a 13 gallon trash can, just to give you an idea of how huge this thing is.)
Turns out my grandfather’s uncle built the house itself. The only thing Grandma had the chance to do with it was cut and place a few pieces of linoleum. She had a few odds and ends like the bed but other than that she didn’t get much.
The catalogues she’d gotten were marked with places she wanted to order from and things she wanted to buy. I found a year on one of the books that was from 1976, four years before I was born. I found a paper that I thought was neat. It came from one of her catalogues, I think. It’s got samples of flooring and roofing tiles glued to it. It was interesting, looking at that. I can’t help but wonder how long it’ll take me to tack them all into place once I get to start doing that sort of thing.
There’s no telling how long she had this thing sitting off in a corner somewhere waiting for her to work on it. Mom said she wanted it done for us girls but she never got the chance to work on it. My grandfather was such an asshole. That’s okay, though…I’ll have it set up and looking good, even if it takes me til I have grandchildren of my own to do it.
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