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Christmas in July and My New House

16 Jul

Lately, I have had Christmas on my mind. Yeah, I’m one of those people. This week, I finally started playing with the Christmas present Anthony bought me last year. Between wedding planning, honeymooning, moving, and job hunting, it just got shoved in the back of a closet and saved for a rainy day.

Last Christmas, Anthony bought me a house.  One I get to build, paint, pick furniture for, and decorate- a small-scale house I can fill with miniatures. Anthony had me swooning when I unwrapped my dollhouse kit.

Dollhouse_Walls

I’ve been working on painting the interior walls and bought paint for the exterior. I used leftover paint from the stripes in our laundry room to paint the dollhouse door.

Yellow_Dollhouse_Door

When I was eleven or so, my artist friend, Jana, and I used to make teeny-tiny food out of clay. We would meticulously hand shape the food and let it air dry or bake it, depending on the type of clay. It will finally find a home once my dollhouse is built. Even in my kitchen, I much prefer to make food in personal or “fun-size” portions rather than in a casserole dish. I think Peter Callahan keeps me good company.

Mini Clay Dollhouse Food

In my travels, I’ve loved looking and miniature mansions such as Queen Mary’s Dolls House at Windsor Castle, and the Stetteimer Dollhouse at the City Museum in New York City. After reading Gretchen Rubin’s Happier at Home, I visited the Tiny Dollhouse Store on a subsequent visit to New York City.

Windsor_Castle_Sign

Queen Mary’s Dolls House has small-scale clothing from Parisian fashion houses such as Lanvin,  Hermès, and Vuitton. In the Stettheimer Dollhouse are pint-sized works of art from famous artists who were friends of the Stettheimer family, including a tiny version of Marcel Duchamp’s Nude Descending A Staircase.

Stettheimer_Dollhouse

Stettheimer Dollhouse, City Museum of New York

So maybe I can’t afford that tufted couch for my living room or that SMEG fridge for my kitchen, but there is no reason my dollhouse cannot be furnished with them.

I can’t talk about dollhouses without reminding you of this little gem of a proposal. Second most romantic proposal ever. Nothing beats how my husband proposed, of course.

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He Got On One Knee

14 Aug

Anthony picked me up from work on Friday, August 3rd. My stepdad was working on my car, and Anthony was in town because he had the day off. Earlier in the day Anthony had asked me if I wanted to try any new restaurants for dinner (he knows how much I love doing that). I named two places, but we ended up settling on another. I suggested we go straight from work but Anthony said he wanted to go to my house where he had forgotten his new camera.

As soon as I walked into the house I thought, “It smells strangely like flowers in here.” Then I opened my bedroom door and understood why. I was up to my knees in balloons and there were dozens (and dozens) of white flowers everywhere. I turned around and he was on one knee. The moment was such a blissful blur. I don’t remember much of what he said, but I knew he was asking me to marry him. I said yes!

Once I agreed to become is wife, he handed me a little black lock-box: a little something for me to open on our wedding day. I’m sure he did it because he knows it will drive me crazy until April 27th (also because he is sweet and thoughtful, creative and romantic). He proceeded to tell me that he had made previously made reservations for Ellerbe’s, one of the two restaurants I suggested earlier. We dined and celebrated for two hours!  The evening felt so surreal.

I don’t think I could have picked a ring for myself that I love more! He worked with Bario-Neal to customize it. The rose gold, the champagne diamonds, the etching: his doing. My (other) best friend later told me she thought that I had picked the ring. After telling her I hadn’t she said, “He knows you so well.” What a symbol of his love!

Anthony went to such great lengths to make the proposal a surprise. He met me for lunch in the middle of the day after talking to my parents in the morning with plans to prepare the proposal after lunch. I couldn’t have kept such a secret, or such a straight face!

I’m so thrilled to be marrying him. I feel as if, before he proposed, he “married” himself to me. He asked himself the tough questions. He made the commitment. He took the risk. He said yes, all before asking me to. I am loving and enjoying this fiancée phase. What a sweet 9 months we will have of planning and preparation for a lifelong marriage.

 

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