A Real Project
Laurie Benson 2021
A post on Marketplace, for a
dollhouse, sent me to
Eagle Mountain,
which has quadrupled in
size since I taught
there seventeen
years ago.
Mom and I spent a
weekday wandering through
an antique store looking
at dollhouses.
Completely finished and
furnished, nothing broken.
Ready to display.
Not ready to play.
The Marketplace dollhouse
was listed as, "a real
project for someone."
That someone might
be me. I seem to be
drawn toward projects.
Hands on.
Ready to throw on
some paint, make miniature
stained glass windows,
repair broken legs on tiny
furniture, put hinges on
small doors
so they can move.
Improve.
Some shingles are
missing, no flooring or
walls are with decor,
it needs front stairs.
Repairs.
Care.
It's not going on display
but will be a work in
progress. I imagine my
grandson painting
it in rainbow hues,
drawing miniature pictures
for the walls.
Suns and houses and
ducks. Play-dough
people, easily squashed
and reformed again.
Each coming to the
table where the dollhouse sits,
a new experience
to learn.
Hands on.
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