Okay, obviously the above is a "before" shot of a dollhouse that I found left out for the trash. I'm always so eager to get started on a project that I often forget the "before" shot. I nearly forgot again! I had already started "aftering" the dollhouse and then remembered to run in for the digital camera.
The simple dollhouse made me sad when I rescued it. Some "Papa Joseph" or "Daddy Tom" or plain ole Grandpa must have lovingly made it from plywood for a small girl he cared for very much. He carefully cut some extra flooring for the kitchen and different colors of carpeting for the other three rooms. My heart hurt to see it out there for the trash. I felt like I was witnessing the Velveteen Rabbit story gone wrong. I HAD to rescue the lonely dollhouse.
Here's the after, the finished project, bolted to the endless weathered fence around the back yard. This is on the front yard side, actually. I thought the finished treatment gave the house some curb appeal.
Here's the after, the finished project, bolted to the endless weathered fence around the back yard. This is on the front yard side, actually. I thought the finished treatment gave the house some curb appeal.
Here's a close up on one of the cubbies or pukas as they say in Hawaii. Since I lived in the Aloha State for many years, they are pukas to me, too:
Those are just Goodwill and garage sale things, painted in the three kindergarten simple colors I use outside the house.
Ahhhhhhhh, I feel so much better. This is a much happier place for Grandpa's loving work than the trash! Honestly, I felt almost outraged that the dollhouse was there.
