13 September 2021

A Barbie Doll House Is Special, Part 2

Four-shelf wire shelving unit
Four-shelf wire shelving unit used as the 
frame for the Barbie house.
The pandemic hit, and Indiana shut down just as I had gotten an idea for how to build a new Barbie house to replace the old one.

What could I do?

I was working at home like a large portion of the country.

So, like a large portion of the country, I turned to Amazon and ordered what I thought I would need. Everything arrived quickly, and then it sat in my house for more than a year.

I had other projects to finish, and by the time I completed those, I had returned to working in my office cubicle.

Finally, more than a year later, I opened the boxes.

One four-shelf wire shelving unit on wheels, a box of 15 white foam core boards, various rolls of Contact Paper and 5x7 picture mats.

Testing the zip ties
Testing the zip ties.
After assembling the shelves, I tested my theory that zip ties could be used for assembly. They worked perfectly.

On to construction!

Unlike the original Barbie house, this one would be three stories with a rooftop garden. I had Contact Paper for the exterior and interior walls as well as the ceiling. At this point, I wasn't sure if I was going to use the foam core board for the flooring or if I was going to use wood panels from a hardware store. I would have to test to see.

But first the walls.

I cut the side panels with an X-Acto knife, then covered the exterior with a brick facade and the interior with the appropriate wallpaper and trimmed as necessary.

Side wall
One of the side walls.

Interior side wall
Interior side wall.

Interior side wall
Interior side wall.

By the time I started attaching the front panels, I realized I forgot to cut windows out. Oops! I would have to think of a Plan B for that.
Exterior front missing windows
Exterior front, sadly 
missing windows.

Interior first floor walls
Interior first floor walls.

Interior second floor walls
Interior second floor walls.

Interior third floor walls
Interior third floor walls.

I covered the roof in strips of silver duct tape. Then I tested the idea of a foam core board floor and decided it would work perfectly. So, I had to order more Contact Paper.
Roof with duct tape
Roof covered in duct tape.

Once it arrived, I finished the floors and attached them to the shelves.

Interior first floor
Interior first floor.

Interior second floor
Interior second floor.

Interior third floor
Interior third floor.

Furniture updates would be next.

to be continued

07 September 2021

A Barbie Doll House Is Special

Me, age 5 or 6, in front of my homemade dollhouse
When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I got the best Christmas present ever. It was a homemade Barbie doll house complete with homemade furniture, made mostly by my mother and grandfather. I loved it!

I played with that house for years--long after society says I was too old to play with Barbies.

I didn't care. I had that house, and it was perfect.

When I was about 8 or 9, I got a Barbie Town House. Now I had two houses for my Barbies, and they could visit each other. But the Town House wasn't as well-constructed as the one Mom made, and it collapsed over time. The furniture was still good, so I moved some of it into the homemade house.

Eventually, when I was in college, Mom moved that homemade house to the attic. I was devastated. It had become a part of my bedroom, like the lights and ceiling fan. It didn't belong in the attic!

When we moved from the farm to Angleton, I insisted it come with us. Mom was not pleased about this decision, but I would not be swayed. So, it sat--fully furnished with Barbies--in my Angleton bedroom. My cats enjoyed climbing in it, and I would shoo them off. By this time, the house was almost 20 years old. I wasn't sure if the weight of my 10-pound cats would be too much.

But it survived.

Then we moved to Indiana. Again, I insisted the house come with us. This time, when one of the cats jumped in it, the house was no longer able to hold. The second floor collapsed. My heart broke. I had had this house since elementary school. What was I going to do? Where were my Barbies going to live?

The broken dollhouse

It took me a year to gather up the emotional strength to throw out my poor, broken Barbie house. Before I did, I took measurements and decided I would build another one just like it. But there was a problem with that idea.

I'm not a woodworker by any means. And we no longer owned the tools it would take to put together a wooden Barbie house.

I would have to come up with a plan for a house I could build.

After several suggestions from Mom, some friends and not-terribly-helpful Google searches, I stumbled upon an idea.

And then the pandemic happened.

to be continued...

27 February 2021

10 Years

Nana, with a twinkle in her eye
photo by me

It has been 10 years since Nana, my grandmother, died. I've written about her before, and I've been thinking about her a lot lately. With 500,000 people dead from COVID in the past year, death is close to many people.

I am glad I have not had to worry about Nana getting COVID. I am glad I have not had to fight to get her vaccinated. I am glad she did not have to see the callousness of the Trump Administration toward the sick and grieving.

But that does not mean I am glad she's not here.

I miss her so, so much. I miss talking with her about my day. I miss her undying support and belief in me.

I miss her teasing, her laughter, her smile. I miss hearing her talking on the phone with her friends.

Because she lived with us all of my life, I have so many more memories of her than I do of Daddy and Papaw.

Once, when I was still in high school, a friend of mine and I drove to a nearby town to go to Walmart. Nana was also in that town running errands, and she spotted us in Walmart. Her face was bright with excitement, and she almost ran to us.

"Guess what," she asked us.

"What?" we said.

"I was just in a car wreck," she said, grinning from ear to ear.

Naturally, my friend and I were horrified.  "Are you hurt? What happened?"

"Oh, this woman hit the back of my car, and I spun in a circle through the intersection."  She moved her hand in a circular motion, still grinning.

Nana still watches over me
photo by Mom

"But you're okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine." Then, she looked at me and said, "Oh, Sara, that was fun."

That was Nana.  The kind of person who could be involved in a simple car accident where no one was hurt and see the positive.

When I hit a deer driving home at night that winter, she only wanted to know if I was okay. After I assured her that I was, and that the deer had even run off, seemingly unhurt, I said, "I don't think the car is damaged either."

"I don't care about the car, Sara. Cars can be replaced. You can't."

She could put things in perspective like no one else, and that has helped me deal with all the stress of the things she's missed over the last 10 years.

Also, after hitting that deer, she teased me about it. "If you see a deer limping around here, that's the one you hit." Her eyes danced when she said it.

That sense of humor has helped me deal with her loss, too.  But I still miss her.