day fifteen: phone
This is from my dollhouse, which used to belong to my Grandma Margaret. When I was young and visiting her in Kansas, I’d spend hours taking each little item out, holding it in my hands, and placing it back. I rearranged all the furniture and sewed little pillows for the tiny sofa. After she died I inherited it, and we finally drove it from my parents’ house back here to Boston about a year ago. One of these days I’d like to give it the TLC it deserves.
