Tuesday: I have no space

Some random thoughts tonight…mostly about space. I need to find new homes for my tiny homes, but I cannot bear the thought of them in any other home than mine. Each house is a moment of my brain, and for that reason alone, I feel like they should stay with me. This is a familiar feeling, the jealousy that stems from feeling overprotective of what is mine, and distrustful of their care in others hands. It’s being very precious, but my dollhouses are awesome and precious to me. I don’t know what roots this stubbornness and tendency to hoard, because 22 dollhouses is just not a practical number.

Either I get a studio, or I load off some houses. One is tempting bc it requires a lot less work.


What’s funny is that I have realized that I became this lady who grew old and hoarded things…my “thing” being miniatures. How has my poor husband live with this?