Throwback Thursday is when you break out the old memory or picture, brush it off and share it. This memory always makes me smile...or bust out laughing. The picture above is yours truly, taken about 1980, I suppose. I'm leaning on one of my Mom's projects.
She purchased plans for a dollhouse that was an exact replica of a saltbox-style historic home in New England and went to work. For weeks, the smell of sawdust lingered as she ran her new jig saw most of the waking hours. When Mom does a project, she pushes till she is done.
When it was partially finished, she concentrated on the inside: wallpaper, furniture, wall sconces, floor coverings. Curtains hung in each and every window. It really was beautiful and realistic. Sticking my camera inside, I took pictures; when my friends saw the pics, they all thought it was of a real, life-sized house.
On the outside, she later added red siding and cedar shakes on the roof - the house even had cute shutters on the windows.
Mom wanted to take my picture with her dollhouse to show her progress. As I leaned on the dollhouse, though, I had one question for her: "Did you notice that this is bigger than the door frame? Way bigger?"
The dollhouse remained a giant presence in the sewing room until my Dad put in sliding glass doors several years later.
Oh, well. Go big or go home...Go big home...Go make a big home...Don't fill your home with big homes....
There's a catchy saying somewhere in this story, but it eludes me. And that, my friends, is why I'm not a writer.