Mum and Dad, I want a dolls house.

When I was young and in Kindergarten one of my most prized possessions was a dolls house. I remember getting it for Christmas. It had 4 rooms and was filled with little pieces of furniture and a couple of dolls. A man and a woman.

I remember spending a lot of time looking up the girl dolls skirt.

I was talking to a friend yesterday about my dolls house and it brought back a few memories. The thing that sits in my mind the most is that my parents never enforced “boy” or “girl” toys on me. I asked for a dolls house, and to their credit my parents bought me one. It didn’t stop at a dolls house either. Tea sets, and pots and pans featured often in my play times.

Now that I am older I still fondly remember that dolls house and surprisingly whenever it’s come up in conversation people are really interested by it and just a little impressed. Mostly they are impressed by my parents willingness to indulge me in my selection of playthings (they still do hehe) without judgement.

I think back to those times and wonder what it was that fascinated me about the dolls house. I didn’t own any other dolls, just the two that came with the house. I didn’t spend my Saturday mornings giving haircuts to Barbie or touring the wineries in her Dream Car but I think that it was the beginning of my love of building models. I was fascinated by the tiny furniture, people and the scenes I could create. Later it became train sets with little trees and buildings.

All through my teenage years and into my early twenties I loved building models. Planes, ships, boats, toy soldiers and later on more complex dioramas. I still have many of the models I built. My love of modelling evolved in to a love of miniature war games.

I don’t play with toy soldiers or paint models any more, but for a significant part of my life they brought me a lot of happiness. I firmly believe my interest in photographing interesting buildings and scenes of people is probably rooted somewhere in that little dolls house.

I can’t say if life would have been any different if Mum and Dad had insisted that I have Trucks instead, but I am thankful for the nurturing of my little request way back then and for the influence it may have had on my world today.




3 thoughts on “Mum and Dad, I want a dolls house.

  • January 27, 2013 at 1:30 pm

    Even 20-odd years ago, it was unusual for parents not to push their children towards “gender appropriate” toys and dress. Yours must have been exceptional, and judging from your character and personality, I’d say they were in many, many ways.
    Peace <3

  • January 28, 2013 at 4:00 am

    That doll has a nice six-pack.

  • February 25, 2013 at 6:54 pm

    HI there – I’ve wandered over from Andrew at High Riser and – damnit – have now found another blog that I like and will subscribe to! 🙂


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