Now I knew something strange was happening. I turned around to find my mom and little sister hiding in a neighbor's yard and watching me (they'd watched me inspect the Vaseline this whole time!...I'll get to the significance of the Vaseline at the end of this post). Anyway, this, my friends, is the same dollhouse I simply ADORED when I was very young- maybe three or four years old. Not the exact one, but a duplicate. I spent countless hours playing with dollhouse. My mom found it on Ebay and surprised me with it for my birthday. I had not seen this in practically 30 years. Let me tell you, the memories came flooding back.
This kitchen floor was practically the same one my grandma had when I was growing up. I still remember thinking that as I played with it as a child:
I just love the little quilt on the bed!