In my quest for FIRE, I've adopted a minimalist lifestyle. This has forced me to deal with all of the things I've kept and collected over the years, one of these being my classic dollhouse. Nearly forty years ago, my dad gave me this dollhouse as a Christmas present. Wide-eyed, enamored, and excited, I lovingly played with and took good care of my favorite possession. When I eventually grew up and moved out of the house, I left the dollhouse behind.
Several years later, when my daughter was about the same age I was when I got the dollhouse, my dad brought it back to me after years of keeping it safe in storage. It was like Christmas all those years before, all over again. My daughter and I cleaned it up and put everything in its place. We then kept it covered on my dresser, only taking it down to play with it once in a while. After a few years, my daughter got older and the dollhouse sat alone.
When I decided to adopt FIRE and minimalism, I knew I was ready to start getting rid of most everything I've kept and collected over the years, and I started with my dollhouse.
Again, I was overwhelmed with nostalgia, reliving my childhood as I cleaned up the dollhouse and put everything back in its rightful place.
I then listed the house and all of its contents on ebay, knowing that the complete set (I even still had the silverware!) would fetch a good price. I made a sad post about it on Facebook, and a local friend of mine reached out via messages to inquire as to how much I was asking. After a bit of back and forth, she agreed to buy it from me.
I was happy to know that it was going to someone I knew. She had a baby girl and she plans on doing some remodeling with it and finding new accessories. I also can rest easy knowing that someone will love it as much as me and it will be used again for the purpose it was intended - as opposed to just sitting on my dresser, covered up!
She picked it up on a Fall afternoon, and I smiled as I watched her drive away with a piece of my childhood. Later that night, I admit...I had an ugly cry. Even now, a few tears are trying to rear their ugly head. It's so weird, this set of emotions I have over a dollhouse. But, it was mine for four decades, and I loved it so very much. It was the only thing I had left that linked my present life with my distant past. Looking at these pictures, I can almost transport myself back all those years ago when I hand-sewed the pillow and blanket for the bed, sewed the cat pillow (it was originally a bed pillow, too), and cut out the bathroom rug you see directly above.
In a few years, another little girl will create memories of the dollhouse and I will get a few pictures in my inbox. I can't wait to see them together.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet