What's the name of that blog, Man Repeller? Because that's totally how I feel these days, not only b/c I dress like a granny but also in light of the things I've recently favorited on Etsy. I'm on a plushie kick, but by saying that I'm mentally conjuring images of that
Entourage episode in which Turtle picks up that chick on Craigslist who's into furry sex. Totally not like that.
But all of this got me thinking of my dollhouse-deprived childhood. I had a Barbie dollhouse (more like a low-income-housing Barbie dollhouse), but my parents were cheap and never bought me the Barbie mansion with the elevator that my cousin had. I then had this best friend whose grandfather built her and her two sisters three dollhouses by hand--wallpaper, furniture and all. She never wanted to play with hers whenever I visited, just like my cousin. Finally, my brother's friend had a Playmobil Victorian mansion (in the style
pictured above), which was the sauce for me. It was more malleable than the other houses, and also more elaborate in the decorative arts department. The problem with this scenario was that this friend moved about an hour away, and I only got to see this house two more times. It was like a fucked-up custody agreement.
Last weekend I googled the mansion and saw it being sold on Amazon for a cool grand...I'm not that into it. I then saw that Playmobil was releasing a new abode in August, the
Large Grand Mansion. Part of me totally wants to pre-order it and all of its required parts, placing it in my living room. Which leads me to the part in which I am a man repellent once more.