this summer's yard sale season was a veritable treasure trove of interesting midcentury furniture. i filled at least two rooms with beautiful bargains in teak and wicker. oddly enough, however, the finds that made me smile the broadest were only about two inches tall.
dollhouse furniture. a tiny credenza with doors that open. a fragile midcentury chair, upholstered in a nubby, tomato-red cotton. a set of wee bent-plywood dining chairs. they turned me into a 6-year-old on christmas morning, and i didn't even have a dollhouse! i vowed that day that i would find a house for them. it was a fulfillment of that inner 6-year-old's wish, still brewing under the surface for almost 30 years.
fate has a way of listening, sometimes. perched next to me as i type this is the dollhouse i found at a yard sale, just five days after finding the furniture that enchanted me so much. it's funny how much you can get out of something so small.