There is something compelling and magical about anything in miniature. The craftsmanship that goes into making tiny things. The details and beauty. But there is something more, as well.
You cannot look into a dollhouse without wondering what it would be like to walk the tiny floors and look out the tiny windows: Miniatures have a sense of wonder and magic all to themselves.
It's always midnight somewhere...
Midnight is a magical time
A dollhouse is a magical place
Where they meet
anything is possible...
When I was a very little Wendy, I read a book called "Among the Dolls" by William Sleator.
In it, a little girl gets a dollhouse for her birthday even though what she wanted was a ten speed. When she plays with the dollhouse she makes the dolls mean and angry with each other. One day, she finds herself tiny, and trapped in the dollhouse. She discovers that the couch is just a block of wood painted to look like a couch, and the beds are just pieces of wood with fabric glued to them. She can't get comfortable and she can't sleep.
When I started playing with miniatures as an adult, I had some quirky habits. All of my beds were soft with pillows and blankets. The couches were cozy with hand crocheted afghans on them.
It took years before I remembered that book I'd read and realized that was why! I was preparing for a sudden shrinking accident!
All of the miniatures I make are created with this philosophy: what things would I want to have around me if I had a sudden shrinking accident?
If that's how you play too, I may have just the things you need! :)