The dollhouse is an interesting story. We acquired it from a woman who had recently moved into our ward. She was moving to a smaller house and did not want this dollhouse her father had made her anymore. "Are you sure you want to give it away?" I asked. ( Courtney and I had wanted to try to build one. ) But this was too good to be true! Bear in mind, it was in need of repair and painting. (I wish I had taken a 'before' picture - imagine a cream house with rose trim). Courtney had no idea we had it, hidden away at the office in a vacant room where I could go in and work on it the weeks before Christmas. Pat carefully cut and nailed replacement roof shingles out of cedar shims. We painted it the same color as the exterior of our home. We hauled it home and quietly brought it into the living room after Courtney had fallen asleep on Christmas Eve. Christmas Day found her occupied in decorating and arranging the pieces of furniture and knick knacks that came to us from this generous lady.
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