my playhouse. . .at last

Ever since I was quite little. . .

I dreamed of having my own play house.

I wanted a place where I could have my little friends over. . . to play house of course.

My friend Mary MacAulay who lived down the road when I was in elementary school. . .

had the best playhouse.

Her house had an unfinished basement that had one corner of it set aside for the two of us to string up lines and blankets.

We hauled old wooden crates, chipped dishes, her mothers old heels and dresses .. .

and our fantasies of who we were currently married to never ended.

The plot never changed. . .I was permanently pregnant. . .always with a long black satin skirt with a pillow stuffed underneath to bring further proof to my condition.

We made shelving out of old boards found behind the family dairy barn. . .

and we swept that basement floor clean. . .( I had an odd thing about wanting to clean up at other peoples houses for a bit .. .don't worry. . .that ended)

and the clock meant nothing to us . . .

It seems fitting that for my year of Jubilee. . .

my beloved and I begin a new chapter in our lives . ..

and his gift to me .. .

was a playhouse.

I've wasted no time. . . making it homey . .for the two of us ..

and on occasion we just may invite a wee one or two. . .

to join us.

Our first trip will be all alone. . .just the way we started.

I thought I'd show you a few shots before the playing begins. . .while it's still all neat and clean.

We're not going anywhere just yet. . .but when we do. . you'll know it.

I'll do a jubilee celebration in review next week. . .

we're still celebrating.

All for now. ..with love,