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I've got a small collection of toy refrigerators and I'm always looking for more. I bought this little set of vintage wooden dollhouse furniture at Savers because it includes not a fridge but an icebox or a piesafe or whatever your little vintage mind wants it to be. I love the detailing on the sink, too, though I didn't get a picture of it in this little montage. I also had to have the furniture because it reminds me of summer trips from AZ to IL to visit Grandma Goldie, where Bin and I played with the old dollhouse furniture and crumbling cement (plaster?) blocks Goldie kept from Mama Dee's childhood. Goldie kept them in an old shoebox and an old coffee can, nestled up on the shelf formed by the top of the wall panels under the eaves of the garage. I hope Goldie still has those and will pass them along to me or Bin. Lots of warm childhood memories wrapped up in play with those blocks and furniture.



The mice and cheese are another bit of papercraft (completed while playing a game of Star Wars Anopoly) called Golddiggers, downloaded from 3-eyed bear. I'll soon start work on a few papercraft robots. I'll let you see when I'm done!

The cute little shifty little green fellow is from a different Savers trip, from the 25 cent bin at the front of the store. He's made of painted wooden beads and wire, with "Made in Austria" stamped on the underside of the base. Isn't he darling?

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Gina said…
Hi

Found you on Apron Thrift Girl's blog. I love the furniture, the mice and the little guy!

I used to live in Tucson (on East Pima!) and you monsoon picture brings back many memories. :-)
4:48 AM
sulu-design said…
I'm intrigued by your little collection - it's so charming. That bottom photo knocks my socks off. It's like a great old portrait. I love it.
8:53 PM
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