Showing posts with label small is beautiful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label small is beautiful. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Au revoir, les enfants!

I had to do it. They were too torn and faded to gift to another little girl, and I didn't have a way of preserving them (and, even if I did, I wouldn't want to tote them around the world).   My mother found the labeled manila folders containing all the carefully cut out pieces of paper, and sent them to me in NOLA so I could give them a proper goodbye. I looked at each dress and each character, smiled and wore out Adam's ear explaining how well I'd loved each one, then threw them away.

I'm talking about my paper doll collection from my childhood.  I had Anne of Green Gables & Diana Barry, Baby Miss Piggy, Tropical Barbie, Skipper, "Bride & Groom," and others that I can't find online.

I also remember playing with The Civil War Family, Ballerinas, The Colonial Era Family, The Little Spanish/Chinese/Italian and other girls, Medieval Costumes, Southern Belles, and I think I even remember Victoria & Albert.   It was so delightful to look through my old collections the other day, and I ended up reminiscing a little bit about some of the other paper dolls and toys that marched through my childhood.

One of my favorite girly toys was my Flip 'n' Fold Fashions doll:

You lifted the plastic outline with her head and hands and feet, positioned the fabric for her top and bottom, and then when you lowered the outline - Presto! A new outfit for Blondie!

Polly Pocket was another favorite of mine, probably because she was itty-bitty-bitty, and fit in my pocket. I couldn't tell you precisely when my obsession with small things began, but a lot of my toys reflected this love.


I remember playing a lot with Legos, and Micro-Machines (note their miniature size) and my Doodle-Bear. I also had a year or so of Beanie Baby collecting. (Remember those?)

But without doubt, my favorite childhood toys were my My Little Pony dolls. I loudly and proudly expressed disdain for the My Little Pony TV show, and even sang the "my little pony, wrapped in bologna" refrain we kids came up with. However, every time I spent the night at my friend Lauren's house, my suitcase full of ponies accompanied me. Both of us had impressive collections, and we came up with names and family groups and stories to go with all of them. We didn't love them for the TV show, we loved them because they were horses. A quick google search unearthed some images of my MLP's: I have this one and this one and this one... and this one and this one and this one and this one and this one!

Most of my toys will likely end up in the trash or goodwill, with a nostalgic little sigh - my ponies, though, will be passed down to a daughter/niece and NOT thrown out. (Thank you, Grace, for making sure of this. ^_^)

To this day, an unexpected horse-sighting stops me in my tracks and is capable of absorbing all my attention until the graceful animal (or myself) is gone.  I am not sure why horses are so common as little-girl fantasies,  but they were definitely mine. And while it's true that my current dream is about purchasing property I can then rent out to multiple individuals at a time who will over time run the building down and ruin many many things.... I can see plenty of room in those daydreams for a stable and a strawberry roan, or perhaps a tan palomino with streaming white hair...

We'll see. :)

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Friday, January 14, 2011

P.s. Dream

I have other dreams, too, by the way.


Some are seriously on my bucket list and some are just whimsy. Living in the smallest house possible is on the serious, definite-must-do bucket list. My soon-to-be-sister Lily knows me well enough to know that sending me this link to an article on tiny houses would make my day. (It totally did - Thanks Lils!)


If I owe you an email, you can blame her. I installed myself here at Starbucks with a marshmallow treat & orange juice and the firm intention to respond to all my e-correspondence that's recently accumulated. Instead, I drooled over minuscule houses, picked my top 3 and wrote a blog post.


Sorry, friends. :/ 


The Green Bridge House is definitely my top pick (and that of everyone else who read the article, apparently), but the mini-lodge in Montana is gorgeous as well:




1,184 square feet
Max Pritchard Architect
Ashbourne, Australia

According to
Small Eco Houses, the Bridge House was built for a client who didn't want to spoil the natural beauty of their property. So the architects came up with a rectangular design that bridged over a small stream.

The main windows face north and south, facilitating passive temperature control. The black cement floor serves as a thermal mass and the windows are double paned. The reflective steel cladding and surrounding trees help with cooling in the summer. There's also a pair of solar panels.


How would you like to live over a stream?

Every new article I read about small eco-houses makes me thrill with excitement, because this is a very realizable dream! I used think it was just a product of my small-obsessed mind, but people everywhere are really doing this! They are really buying and building tiny houses. Shoot, there's even a club that my sis, Grace joined a while back.  (What was that one called again, Grace?)

With a bit of ingenuity (and lots of funding), this li'l dream could probably be fused with my hostel dream...

...Maybe "World's Tiniest Hostel, Built by Crazy Americans!"?

Maybe not. ..Maybe I'll have something more like an eco-resort... Or just super-efficient spaces in all my hostels...

Whaddya think?

Ah, the possibilities. Happy, happy possibilities. It makes me feel more relaxed and more energized at the same time.

Check out some of the other small house options floating around out there!:
http://www.greenpoddevelopment.com/pods.php
http://www.squidoo.com/tiny-houses-small-homes-greenliving

http://www.twelve3.ca/
http://www.freespiritspheres.com/

(NOTE: Just to give you an idea of how engrossingly exciting this topic is for me - I swore up and down to Adam that I was going to watch "our" pizza while he went out on a shuttle run. I lied. By the time I remembered it, the pizza was a lovely shade of Burnt Sienna Brown. Sorry Hon.)
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