Marcy wasn't a girl who enjoyed playing "house", and she had little interest in her playhouse, which in my eyes, was a total DREAM house. The playhouse was crammed with a jumble of child sized furniture, tea sets, dolls, leaves, balls, and miscellaneous junk. All I wanted to do (after we'd made a batch of cotton candy, of course) was organize and decorate that play house. Poor Marcy was constantly trying to get me to do something else with her....climb a tree, ride bikes, bake cookies....ANYTHING but decorate the play house! I was never ready to go home when my mother came to pick me up....maybe my love for decorating and selling houses stems from always having to go home before my decorating job in the play house was finished.
|1982 in the throne chair from Pier One|
My pride and joy...a dashing husband,
an adorable baby boy
|Making dream homes a reality since age 8!|
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