Longing to return to the stone cottage ... a reminder of life left to languish.
- susann cokal

- 4 days ago
- 3 min read
Updated: 3 days ago

I started this wide stone dollhouse in 2021, from a discontinued Real Good Toys kit, the Newbury.

I made a thousand little decisions to create a cottage in which I wanted to live. Or where I would want to live if I were a nicely middle-class person in a smaller town in England, Denmark, someplace with nice, cool summers--a cottage built maybe sometime in the 1800s, then renovated a bit, now occupied in the 1930s with some furniture that would have been contemporary then, some very old and simple ... Maybe it had been upgraded to a kind of dower house or gatekeeper's cottage. So it should be cottagey on the outside, cozy on the inside, with some "peasant" furniture, some elegant upgrades, a few standout pieces--an art nouveau china cabinet, hand-painted wardrobe or cabinet (I believe it's a Natasha; it was in an auction with a couple actual signed pieces by her, but since it wasn't signed, I got it incredibly cheap, and it's one of my favorite pieces).
I still want to live in that idea of the cottage. But as with any good dwelling, it's going to take a heap of (my) living to make a (mini) hum.
I made stonework by gluing bits of cardboard egg carton on the walls, then coloring the stone with pastels.


I painted Euro-style pantiles for the roof but haven't put them on yet.
I made wood floors but haven't installed them yet.
I learned how to wire for electricity (very proud of that--the lights will work! I've always dreamed of turning the lights on and letting the mini people live with the blessings of torchieres and chandeliers.

And then I was put on a medicine that turned my brain into jelly and my body to jelly with a few bones inside. I stopped working on the cottage in spring 2022.

At first I decided I needed to organize every last thing I own in the big house (the one that exists around the mini houses) ... over a century of old family relics, plus all my books, old lecture notes, and mini house supplies. So that was many years ago. Still working on the organizing, not allowing myself to do my other projects.


But I feel as if I might also need to finish this project to get everything flowing again.




Every day, the cottage reminds me of all the things in life left languishing. I became truly a senior citizen in the time I haven't been making the cottage. Is it time to return to the cottage?



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