But next week, pretty pictures!
One thing I love about dollhouse miniatures is the creativity involved. The above scene was not for sale, it was simply someone’s vision from Marina’s Miniatures. I lean toward modern miniature scenes and this struck me as a room where I’d kick off my shoes and relax.
I still have more photos from the miniatures show to share but this week I’ll just say an early HAPPY THANKSGIVING to those in the US. To those of us getting this lovely cold spell, stay warm!!
I was so happy to be able to attend the show. I’m always amazed and in awe of the artistry I see. But first, an explanation. There are different scales for dollhouse miniatures. My favorite is 1:12 scale (one-inch scale). That means that one inch in miniature equals twelve inches (one foot) in real life.
There were thousands of miniatures displayed. I always asked for permission before photographing, and the sellers graciously permitted it. I also included links if you want to go deeper into this world. So…on with the show!
This year I went to Pennsylvania and headed into two bookstores, looking for regional ghost stories. It wasn’t that I couldn’t find any, it was that I had to choose! There were a lot of books. I had no idea the state was so haunted. (Before I go any further, let me say that the enthusiastic service I received at both Cathy’s Half Price Books in Havertown and the Barnes & Noble in Broomall was amazing.)
One of the best reasons for reading about local ghost stories (aside from getting delicious chills) is the history. Philadelphia, for example, is rich with a well-documented past.
Mostly, I hibernated. Soaring temperatures and high humidity made for lousy outdoor time. I can tolerate high temps but the sauna-like conditions were not my idea of a good time.
Still, there were compensations. Fresh fruit, especially watermelon, topped my list. I discovered the joys of watermelon bubble tea and slushies. Fruit smoothies using cantaloupe or mango with coconut milk poured into hurricane glasses and garnished with Maraschino cherries and tiny paper umbrellas (yes, I actually bought them) made the mundane vacation-like.
And now, heading into fall, I’m pulling out recipes for stews and soups for the coming months.
Writing has been a struggle but poems have been written so I’m looking into markets (and I find it strange when asked if I’m going to sell it, as if it’s a hobby). My novel sits waiting, and a short story has been promised. Slowly, I’m edging back into what was before the plague times.
The clutter got to me. It’s been a weight on my shoulders—and worse, in my mind. So I’ve been tackling it, sorting through “sacred” items that turned out to be not very sacred at all. But it’s been a journey of memories and feelings. I’d like to share one small view to show how radical I got this time around.
There’s a built-in cabinet in my foyer (that’s hallway to people out of New York City) and it became a convenient place to dump things, mostly things that belonged in my utilities closet: