Tuesday, August 11, 2009
For a long time it was in my baby sister's room who now claims the house is invading her personal space, therefore my mother intends to throw my barbie doll house any time by the end of this month. Meantime I have to face the house everyday while it stands across of my room.
People don't get it when I say that part of my childhood is this pink doll house.
Spending days and nights with the barbies. getting new bedroom furniture, tiny kitchenette, embroidered carpets, mini pizza maker, coming up with new excuses for dinner parties at the roof top.
I felt special with this house, sort of protected like my own house. I remember daydreaming about being able to hide in that house and staying there with my dolls. I still do ... only this time I have to get rid of my dream house and choose uglier "doll".