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The Nesting Bird:
When I was a child, my Grandfather built me a playhouse.
The exterior was painted a 70's lime green with a moss-covered pathway
leading up to real shrubs and curtain-covered windows... and the
inside... well, the inside is where my imagination took flight.
A
place for countless tea parties. Pounds of plastic pork chops, cooked
on a tiny white wooden stove, with cranky black knobs and painted "hot"
burners. A place for piles of dishes that needed to be rinsed. Then
dried. Then put away, only to reemerge moments later to play all over
again. A place for sleep-outs. A place for
blanket-covered-flashlight-face ghost stories. A place for giggles. A
place for tear-stained cheeks. A place for teddy bear luncheons and
summertime popsicle playhouse retreats. There were lessons in laughter and silliness, lessons in bravery and friendship, all contained in a 5x8 space. A small space with big memories, to last a lifetime.
So,
when my husband and I were deciding which play structure should live in
the backyard (for our 2 year old daughter), naturally I wanted to
rebuild a space that would hold all of HER memories. And so, the
construction of one pink & white playhouse began...(Read more.)
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