The stories a little girl tells inside her dollhouse are wild, mundane, magical, and fantastical. This is one such story about a banker who falls in love with a dollhouse decorator.
One of the first toys I remember having was a plastic dollhouse. My parents had found tossed to the curb, waiting for the morning trash pickup. It was two stories high, decorated in pastel yellows and pinks. My parents had…
This post is part of a series of personal memories involving dollhouses. This story is written by a teacher from Wisconsin about his grandmother’s Tin…
