Background
When I was a kid, my mom would drag me along to these “showhouse” houses that she and lots of other ladies would volunteer to help make happen. (I’m sure there were many many people of all different skill sets involved.) They would take a house—usually a big fancy one—and have different interior designers do up different rooms. Whoever was putting on the Showhouse (maybe The Junior League?) would then sell tickets for people to come see the house. The money generated would go to some good cause.
I loved it. I’d wander around the house, exploring the different rooms, picking out my favorite. I actually enjoyed going to the house when it was in process and then again when it was completed.
Growing up I had a dollhouse that you might say I was obsessed with. I loved miniatures and I super loved making and repurposing things for my dollhouse. I made dressers out of match boxes, toothpaste caps were lampshades, and I even filled a tiny cookie jars with cold medicine—I opened up a cold medicine capsule and used the tiny colorful balls of medicine that were inside as candy. Perfect!