Last night Jesse, Meri, Brian, Bennett, Jeff, and I met for a wonderful dinner at the Club Cafe in Boston. Lots of stories were shared and, most important, much laughter ensued. One of the stories was about the dollhouses that I have built and the Victorian mansion that takes up a good portion of one room in my home. As I told Meri, if you can't find me some day, it is because I have figured out how to shrink myself down and have moved into my Victorian mansion with Mrs. Bridges, the cook, and Marie, the maid.

The kitchen in the mansion is completely furnished with copper pots, cooking utensils, silverware, and dishes. The shelf that runs across the back of the room over the window has mugs with the names of all my family members. Two mugs on the kitchen table have my name and my late husband, Bob, along with his favorite meal of homemade beans.

Marie, the French maid, does the dusting and acts as my lady's maid. She is in charge of the boudoir, which includes a dressing table filled with perfumes, closets filled with gowns, and a linen closet filled with sheets, blankets, and towels. Here you see her in her bedroom over the kitchen which is reached by a circular wrought iron staircase.

There are many rooms in this mansion including 2 bathrooms, an office, a working grandfather clock, an upstairs parlor, and a carriage house for Henry, the butler and handyman, with an apartment over the garage. This dollhouse will be going to a museum when I no longer have a home to keep it in.

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