I had been promising Daisy for months that we would redecorate the mouse house--our name for the large doll house that sits in the living room. It was made for me when I was a little girl, painted the same color as this schoolhouse, and (sort of) decorated on the inside to match the big house.
And my toy mice lived in it, with lots of furniture.
Thirty-eight years later, things are looking a little dingy in there, and many of the chairs are down to two or three legs. A do-over is long overdue.
Meanwhile, this summer, Bella began displaying hitherto unknown skill and persistence at actual house decorating. She tackled her closet, moving shelves outside to prep and paint them, prepped and painted her closet, ripped up carpet, and magically got the Compser to lay her a cheap but good-looking vinyl closet floor. Who knew?
So I should not have been surprised when she casually announced she'd steam the wallpaper off the mouse house walls. She's also ripped up the thoroughly-glued-down floor coverings, and I don't even know what tomorrow will bring.