Wednesday, November 8, 2023

Miniature Clocks And Stuff

 I've started working on a 1/12 scale dollhouse clock shop. I only just started, so I only have a few clocks completed. I've ordered an old clock case to use as a room box for the shop, but it hasn't arrived yet, Progress so far:

A replica of an antique Ingraham clock my great grandpa had. I made the mini out of basswood.


Also made of layers of basswood, two cat clocks. One a Kit Kat style clock, the other similar to a vintage Spartus cat clock. the eyes move on the original clocks. :)

Sunday, October 22, 2023

Customizing Dollhouse Kits And Stuff

I've assembled and customized nine separate dollhouse kits in the past month. This bookstore one is for my daughter because she loves bunnies and books.


Another Rolife kit. This one I also customized quite a bit. The crabby granny figure suits it. :D

The Rolife hut kit:

A coffee shop kit:

An ice cream shop that I added lots of bunnies to. :D

 Rolife Rainbow Candy House: I added a few things here and there to jazz it up.


Rolife Alice Tea Store kit:

And a Chocolatier kit.

My daughter planted some mums and brought me one saying it reminded her of the mum cushion item in Animal Crossing. :D

Monday, August 7, 2023

Continuing The Downsizing

 I keep finding dolls and cool stuff in storage I forgot I had. :D

I've listed some of it on Ebay and in my Etsy shop:

More being listed soon:

Friday, August 4, 2023

The Dream I Had Last Night...

 I was at a house out in the country. It was on a dirt road and surrounded by apple orchards and soybean fields. A friend and I were zooming around the yard on a broom, hooting and laughing hysterically.

After a while we notice lots of cars on the sides of the road. Lots of tents are set up in the orchard. Friend goes to investigate. She comes back after a minute, mumbling about Pokemon.

We hop back on the broom, but now it isn’t flying properly. I tell Friend that it isn’t meant for two people and she’ll have to get off.

“You said we’d take turns!” she says sullenly.

“I did not!” I reply, “but I’ll get you your own broom!”

“You’ll just fly off!” she huffs.

(She knows me well.)

“If I don’t get you a broom,” I tell her. “I’ll... I’ll... let you hit me!”

This apparently convinces her. She jumps off the broom so suddenly that I crash to the ground on the side of the road and roll into the ditch. Just then a small dusty tornado spins by on the road. A weirdly-dressed fellow with a goatee steps out of it. He’s wearing a gold-trimmed vest, peasant shirt, red pants, and a shiny hat.

“Who’s this?!” Friend laughs.

“This,” I tell her, struggling to get up, “Is my... Beardy... Godfather? He’s here to give you your own broom.”

 I look at him hopefully. He grins and attempts to help me up off the ground. He doesn’t seem to know how to do this, so I have to explain it to him. Friend begins demanding her own broom again, and when he’s finally helped me up, Beardy hands her one. She rides off on it, cackling.

Miffed and covered in dirt, I pick up my own dented broom. Beardy Godfather is looking at me expectantly. I realize I’m still going to have to share it.

 “Ok,” I sigh, “but I’m driving! You behave yourself!”

He grins and nods enthusiastically. Apparently Beardy Godfathers can’t talk. We hop on the broom and join Friend, who is happily dive-bombing the people in tents with mud balls...