It seems like I've always loved little houses.
When I was about eight years old I received a metal doll house for
Christmas. I was overjoyed! It had little plastic furniture
and a little plastic family. When playing with that little
doll house you had to be careful. It had sharp edges so
when you reached in to rearrange the furniture sometimes it would
cut your hand or arm. But it was so worth the pain!
Last month my friend Janis had a birthday.
I decided to make her a soft little house.
1953 is the house number and the year she was born.
Thanks for catching up with me Janis!
It has a little bird singing on the front lawn.
It was really fun to make.
This is where I got my inspiration.
Aren't they cute?
I have a Pinterest Board full of little houses.
Little houses still make me happy.