Well, hello!
I am so glad you joined me today, for I have a story to tell, one which I think you will enjoy.
On my other blog, I often post photos of abandoned houses, of which there seem to be no end in rural New York. You may be familiar with my work if you visit me there. Interestingly enough, this story is exactly that kind of story, but on a whole new level...more precisely, a doll sized level, very appropriate for Weathertop, don't you think?
The Back Story:
As you well know, back in August, just before school started, much of the Northeast suffered flooding as a result of Hurricane Irene. Parts of Upstate New York, near where I live, were particularly hard hit. People lost their homes and are deciding not to rebuild. A bridge near our home, was completely swamped by the swollen creek bursting its banks and rushing onward. My husband caught some of this on video and posted it on YouTube.
Here is another view taken and posted by another local resident of the same river on the other side creating a sink hole next to one of our historic buildings:
The shocking thing is that in the summer, this creek is known to dry up enough that you can climb up the rocks under the falls. It is a favorite passtime of my children.
Now...If you go back to the video my husband took, you will see a garage with two trees standing behind it to the right side of the frame. Eventually (not in the video) the garage and those two trees were sucked into the raging river and dragged to their ultimate demise. The owner of that property lost over half of her yard. It was just eaten away by the torrent.
If you would like to see more still photos of the destruction, you can visit my blog post here.
But this is just the back story...given so that you will enjoy the bigger picture.
About a month ago, my children and I were picking up a pizza at the little store you can see to the left of the video. We got in the car and prepared to make the long trek to our house. I, (you will be glad to know), looked into my rear view mirror to check my blind spots before backing out, and what do you think I saw but a wee abandoned house.
I did a double take. I was like Alice gazing through the looking glass. I could not believe my eyes, right there in my rear view mirror was the abandoned dollhouse of my dreams with delicious sherbert colored chippy, faded paint. At first I stared in incredulity and then I strained to see where it was sitting, convinced that it existed not on a plane where I could see and touch it in real life, but in some parallel universe into which I was being allowed just a glimpse.
Now, as you well know, I have a prediliction not only for abandoned houses, but also old dollhouses, and so I wasted no time locating that little house and giving it a full inspection in person. It was sitting on the bridge, apparently abandoned, with the look of a gift hand-selected for me eminating from it, the only thing missing was a hand-written tag tied to its roof with big scrawled letters "FREE" written across it. It's placement suggested that it might have been previously owned by the woman who had lost most of her yard, and since I knew that her basement had flooded and that she was cleaning up the damage from the storm, it took little to deduce that I might inquire about its availability from her.
With my heart beating excitedly in my chest, I knocked her front door. She confirmed that she had put it out on the bridge for someone to adopt. It had been her dollhouse when she was a little girl and though she'd kept it for all these years, she had decided that with all of the clean up she was facing due to the flood, it was time to let it go. She was tickled pink that I wanted take it and clean it up.
Needless to say, I was tickled pink to acquire it. I have found that the best treasures are often acquired in such a way and take on a richer quality for the history they carry.
That brings us to the present.
Yesterday, I decided it was time to sweep out my wee house and bring it inside from my front porch where it had been sitting since I brought it home. I started by sweeping out the debris with a wisk broom but quickly noticed that no matter how much I swept, dust kept coming out, so I decided to use the vacuum at which point I realized that there was mud caked on the back that needed to be washed off. What I didn't realize was just how much mud was caked on the walls of that dollhouse.
What attracted me to this particular dollhouse in the first place was that each room had been painted a different pastel color -- yellow, blue, pink -- but the paint was old and faded. Using Murphy's Oil Soap, I cleaned the outside of the house and quickly moved on to the lower left hand corner room. Within just a few swipes of my sponge, it became clear that what I had taken for faded, chipping paint, was really cracking mud about 3 mm thick.
You can see the blue room here after its first scrubbing. It is my opinion that the house had been laying on its back during the flood, because the bulk of the mud was caked on the back wall of the house. At this point, I decided it might be fun to take some before and after shots of the house, so I paused in my cleaning to snaps some photos.
Pale pink room before...
...and after.
The yellow room before...
...and after.
The attic before (unfortunately, I don't have an after...however you can see it in the above shot).
In the middle of the house are very narrow little halls that were difficult to clean. I am not sure how I would use them if I decorated this house. They are too small for much furniture or a scene. I can only think of Halloweeny uses for them (of course, Halloween was just two days ago, so maybe that is affecting my thinking).
I am not entirely sure how I want to use this house. My first thought was that I wanted to keep it outside as a sort of nature installment, but Mr. MacGyver thinks this would ruin it really fast, so I don't think I will do that. I wish I had an enclosed porch where it could sit outside but protected from the elements.
Although I think it will require several scrubbings, you can see that it is cleaning up pretty nicely. Some of the paint is rubbing off, but I think that just adds to its charm.
You will have to stay tuned to learn what happens to this wee wooden abode.