I’ve been in such a strange mood lately; feeling very isolated and forgotten about, but at the same time feeling very much on the cusp of some extensive rush of productivity. I’m crossing my fingers that a creative leaf is about to be turned, and that I won’t go into some all-encompassing cave of depression, but this ‘calm before the storm’ has occurred many times before and it goes either way. I’d like to get some drawings out of it, in any case.
In researching for the mural I’d like to do outside, I found these two links and they made me very happy.
Look how happy she is. Yes, I too would be grinning. Miniature things, dollhouses, secret passages, hidden staircases… it all makes me feel …proper. As if life isn’t complete without a good secret.
I grew up going to the B. F. Jones library. Here are a few interior shots – sadly, there is not much online, but it was really a great place. I’m thankful it’s still there.
It wasn’t hi-tech. It didn’t have clean, modern lines. It was The Library, and it always felt like home.
It’s part of the reason why I love things like Moonmist, or Alice in Wonderland, or the Secret Garden, or anything that allows me to escape from everything else… life isn’t much without the possibility of something else. Somewhere you can go where there isn’t anyone except you.
Do I want a dollhouse? Absolutely.
Do I want the cheap, crappy, plastic version? No.
I want a dollhouse that doesn’t need dolls.
And maybe a secret garden, to boot.