I’m not ashamed of my love of miniature things – while it could seem like the creepy obsession of a serial killer, I think maybe it’s reasonable to think it’s just a side effect of, well, being a girl.
Though I wasn’t a girlie girl growing up – no doll houses for me – I l-o-v-e-d playing with little souvenir spoons and answering machine tapes. In my little kid hands, they made me feel like a giant.
Which is all just a roundabout way of saying, I NEED A WALL OF MINIATURE REPLICA CHAIRS. How amazing are these? And the rest of the house? Stunning. It’s stirring the klepto in me – so much to see, so many things to hide in my pockets on a weekend visit!