Felisa helped me last year and the year before but this past Christmas we just never got to it. Unfortunately I haven’t had as much village assembly time the past couple of years. It takes me several hours (and mulitple tables) to set the whole village up. If I can find a house that looks like the one we rented in California or our current house though I’m totally buying them. A few years in I went a little crazy on Ebay buying way too many pieces and had to put myself on a buying freeze. Every year I would admire the display at Michaels until finally I decided to buy some of my own. I currently have a large Christmas Village collection that I started a few years ago. I do remember really liking the Barbie Dream House that a friend had but everybody likes Barbie’s Dream House, right? That’s not too unusual. I can’t even remember if I really wanted one or not. I just love miniatures with an unreasonable passion.
I click on photos and articles all over the internet whenever I see something new.
Is it because everything is cuter when it’s tiny? Is it because I can’t imagine having the talent and fine-motor control to actually make something so small? While I may never know what makes them so fascinating to me, I will never stop admiring them. And do my own pretend wagon train summer road trips from the comfort of my air-conditioned, gasoline-powered minivan.Ī few favorite photos from our many Big Trips surround the US map in our living room. The reality of it all would probably be quite a rude awakening but until that moment comes I will continue to dream and fantasize. Even Grandma Gatewood walked the Oregon Trail one summer. I dream of being able to participate in a modern-day wagon train re-enactment. I loved the Frontier House mini-series on PBS and (would absolutely apply to be on a future episode – call me, PBS!). Now that I’m an adult, I have bought my own adult-sized pioneer costume that I can wear every Halloween. My pioneer costume was my favorite of all time (it was actually a hand-me-down from my mom). We pretended to travel the Oregon Trail in history class (seriously my favorite educational activity of my entire school career!). I grew up reading and watching Little House on the Prairie. In elementary school I used to pretend to run away from home (there was a large empty field across the street where I would go) and while I was out there I would pretend that I was a pioneer crossing the prairie. The quality of this scanned photo isn’t great but it is one of my favorite memories of being out at sea… taking time to go outside and enjoy fresh air and sometimes capturing a cool sunset behind the rain cloud in the distance.
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