While all the gypsies are dancing around, living in the garden, having a good ole time…
I have had to contend with some mighty curious events unlfolding at the Dollhouse Manor…
It all started this weekend. While I was sound asleep…
There I was minding my own business, dreaming of the Patisserrie, when my eyelids popped open, ears startled by the sound of activity in the attic.
Oh no, thought I. Why had I been so eager to move to the Dollhouse Manor? I was like Jo March, desperate to run and find my life's true passion. Now I wished my sisters and Granny were here to help me find out what the attic noises were. Alas, they were all cozy at the Magic Yellow Dollhouse…
The attic was a large space, that was sure to be let at some point. Alas, the Manor keepers would certainly have warned me about a new tenant, so I wouldn't find myself too terribly startled. I was on the 3rd floor, the attic was on the 4th…
I decided to round up my tiny friends, and send them up to the attic, to see if they could report back with any news. It was ghosts I was hoping not to find…
What they reported was astonishing…
It seemed someone had moved in, secretly, quietly, by night… In the wee hours while everyone slept, including the mice.
A bed. A wall covering. An elfin rabbit. A harp.
They reported of quite curious furnishings. Perhaps the possessions of a character that traveled the world. A circus performer? A fortune teller? An Actress??
How could the attic become inhabited over night? What else did my friends find up those narrow little stairs?
French display cases…
Silver Tea Sets…
And a dressing table, holding wonderful little objects, including a large golden key…
The key did in my curiosity. I crept quietly upstairs, and found a keyhole for that key… And what was inside you ask? Why, two perfect ticket stubs to Leonard Cohen, live at the Beacon Theater…
So, perhaps, that is where the new inhabitant of the Manor Attic was? But better than that, perphaps she knew Leonard Cohen? Loved him once even?
Just then, little delicate footsteps were heard from the stairs…
Oh no, we'd be caught snooping!!
A hat emerged from the top of the stairs, eeeeps!!
But just then, she turned and scurried back down the stairs. Phew… She must have forgotten something….
We were safe. But oh who, oh who, could she be? Our limbs were wobbly from fear of being found out. Noone likes a snooper. I mean noone…
But snooping can be so exciting & heart thumping. What will we find? Surely you have done your fair share? Snooping at a new boyfriend's house? Snooping for gifts. Snooping in an abandonded cottage by the sea. Were you prepared for what you found?
I must just sit here for a second and breathe…
Perhaps you know something about the strange and curious woman, with unusual collections, who will reside in the Manor Attic?
Are you ready to share your most salacious snooping adventures?
🖤 For a tid bit about one of my snooping mishaps…
PS: Here is my snooping story. I never snooped for gifts. I was more of a boyfriend's drawers sort of snooper. There are many stories. But the worst?
Years and years ago – Snooping in a brand new beau's kitchen cabinets (I was actually searching for a pot to cook in), I found a strange note from a doctor tucked in a box, saying the new beau had some bizarre illness. I invented all manner of convoluted stories, to get him to talk. To tell me about it. I couldn't just ask him. For, it would have been clear, that a new girlfriend, should not have had her nose, in an envelope that was tucked inside a box, that wash pushed deep under some cabinets.
I was in his house alone because he had given me a key to go into his home and prepare for us, a lovely meal, before he got out of work… I was so nervous, and anxious, and above all eager to get the truth. But he never spoke about it. So, I walked away from a lovely new beau after 2 weeks, due to wonderment, as to why he wouldn't tell me.
In his mind, I walked away, with no rhyme or reason… It wasn't that I minded the illness. I had been in a relationship in the past with a person who was born with a severe health problem, and it was never an issue. It was the fact that this guy wouldn't open up and be honest…
With that, I vowed never to snoop again. (ya right)
Worst part of snooping. The imagination getting out of control, when discoveries are made.
pss: Maybe our heart knows when to trust? (after 9 years, there are still drawers of Mister Lovee's I have not peeked in)
WHEW……I need to REST! And I cannot think of a good snoopy tale to tell so I will go back into the tiny house to snoop (as soon as we both catch our breath!) heehee!
Ahhh I think I have snooped more than I care to admit. Not sure why or what I was looking for..sometimes I just kind of wanted to know something or anything. Funny when I met my husband I all the sudden had no desire to “snoop” I felt calm and relaxed and just sort of figured I would learn everything I needed to know in due time.
Have a great Monday Vanessa
anji
Ahhh so there you are – I just knew from reading your blog that you were a true “Doll”.
Glad it wasn’t a thing that goes bump in the night ~ better than the coffee ads this….
Nic xx
Miss Anji, I felt the same way With Mister Lovee. Isn’t that funny?
Maybe it was that, we knew in the depths of our soul – this was a man to trust? All my hang ups went out the window with Mr. L – none of his habits or anything bothered me. I just let it all go & trusted…
Maybe that is the key to love?
(after 9 years, there are still drawers of Mister Lovee’s I have not peeked in)
Your dollhouse is a dream. FANTASTIC!!!
Vanessa, your dollhouse posts are my FAVORITES! I must go read again! And again!!!!!
I think ya Dollhouse is devine. The only thing which comes to mind, is when my two brothers (one older then and one younger then me) held me by my ankles over the stair case. They made me see my parents move presents from their room to under the Christmas tree. I didn’t want to know but they forced me to look. It was one of the most heartbroken moments of my life. And to top off they almost dropped me!
I believe in that moment my heart lost a bit of magic. I’ve been trying to recapture it ever since. Must be why I’m and Artist and Poet. lol
I’ve never snooped on Hubby in the 29 years we’ve been together. I think it’s true love for us is why.
Hope ya having a good day.
Hugs~
I personally think your new guest is an Actress who has a penchant for fortune telling. I am sure once she is settled in, she will introduce herself to you, Miss V.
I love your dollhouse. So pretty and full of wonderful items.
Oh how lovely! And I loooove the patisserie. My dad built a beautiful Victorian dollhouse for my sister and I when we were little. When my youngest sister stops playing with her friends with it, I’m going to steal it into my room and decorate it once again with all sorts of collections and miniatures. It is so much fun!
love,
cait
Talk about snooping…. I gotta tell ya it’s as though you’d been snoping through my mind ( and that’s not an easy task, even for me ). It has not been a week since , for what reason I just don’t know, that I thought about Leonard Cohen. He was a big name back when -at the time of my awakening. I’ve not heard much , if anything about him in many many years. And as if you’d read my mind, there you go mentioning him. Maybe we both were reading something in the air, the cosmic stream…….I’ll stop now. I could go on , but WON’T. Mind if I mention you in my blog? This is too much for me to resist mentioning in it.
Do have yourself a lovely day…and I’m sure that you will soon find out who the mystery Miss is.
Oh I am sure I have snooped but just can’t remember any really good story at the moment. My children however are prize snoopers and can hear a chocolate bar unwrapping from 500metres. Why? Because they had already been snooping, seen the chocolate in the hiding place and were just waiting for that crinkly sound!!
Have a lovely day,
Kiss Noises Linda
Those things are so very, very tiny! The key, the little tea set…how adorable. Very nice blog!
Bootsie
V~
I loved this post!! I always wanted a dollhouse like the one you have. Such cute miniature furniture.
Have a lovely day!
Kylee
OH NO! MY COMputer WoN’T LEt ME MOve FoRWArd in youR TAle! But then I’m at work so I’ll have to continue when I get home.
I love your little dolly! Could she be Bo Peep…peeping up the tiny stairs? Hee Hee!
I hope you’re having a lovely day!
I totally adore your dollhouse! What a lovely lovely tale! Have a sweet day vanessa!
Snooping can be a very dangerous hobby indeed…I did a bit myself, and still can’t tell the person what I discovered, and must trust that there is a more logical explanation than what has been created in my head. Stupid Internets.
On the other hand…I am totally enchanted by the wee donkey and wee cow up there next to that pencil.
Back on my own beloved laptop at home…Snooping? I snoop about old houses, lurking in backyards… peeking in windows… trying to see what I can see beyond the old crusty wooden panes. I’ve been reprimanded a time or two and even threatened to be removed. I’ve been seen lurking about the halls of the Old Hotel Del and lifted a strawberry dripping in chocolate from a pretty silver tray…oops! Did I leave that dimple in the whipped cream? And “no” I didn’t put it back, that would be rude :0…I ate the whole thing for it’s better to find one strawberry missing then to find one with a petite little bite in the middle. But snooping in other peoples drawers and cupboards…never! For I am a chicken and fear being caught.
But just think, Had that beau given an explanation you may have stayed and missed out on Mr. Lovee. That would have been a shame for there is nothing better than a man who allows his girl to dream her dreams.
I always accidentally find things that are supposed to be surprises…ugh. But that is because my dear always hides things with tools, that I end up using. “I was only looking for the dremel, honest!”
p.s. I hope your chicken came out delicious!
One time I was snooping around a certain fedora wearing musician’s house and I found some poetry he wrote about being drunk and falling in love with his beer more than a girl. THEN, I found a picture of him when he was chubby. I wanted to hug that chubby version of him. There are more snooping stories, but I might implicate myself in a way I am not ready for…
What a wonderful mystery! I used to love to snoop in my parents drawers. I loved finding evidence of the people they were before they had me or even just in private. I would just die now if they ever found out! Oh, thank you so much for the sweet, sweet note you left me! I just love when you visit me!
Oh Ms. V…who could it be? Well whoever she is, she has a lovely hat!! I do love the french display case too.
As far as snooping, yeah…it never turns out good. Wether you find what you were looking for or not. If you trust, you don’t need to snoop…I agree! Or like me, I snooped for presents as a kid…too impatient to wait for Christmas, hehe! My mum learned to hide bigger presents at her friends houses, haha…so sad!
Very excited about the Soiree over at Faerie Enchantment!
Jamie 🙂
That Elfin Rabbit has nice taste in music. I love harps! LOL! 🙂
Oooh, I have never confessed this, but you’ve inspired me to…..I once snooped in a boyfriend’s diary. I opened it randomly and found a nasty entry about his girlfriend before me. Well, now I knew for sure why he had broken up with her! I slammed the journal shut. I was fearful of what I might read about ME in the later passages!
Only a day later, he asked me, “Do you trust me?” I quickly said “yes” while looking down, and without questioning why he’d asked. Oh I so didn’t want to have THAT conversation.
Had he secretly placed the book in his drawer in a certain way? Had he booby trapped it? Did he know? Had I been video taped? I felt humungous guilt and shame.
I vowed never to snoop again – and I never have. We dated 5 more years until I broke up with him to move to my dreamland of California.
Snooping around…I can’t recall any times right now, but I do remember that at Christmastime when my parents were asleep or out, I used to look at the presents, carefully inspecting to see if there was a rip or tear, and in bag that were taped shut, I hoped I could peek inside. After all, it wasn’t really cheating if I didn’t unwrap it, right?
I don’t peek anymore, it’s more fun to be surprised 😀
(well, maybe just a little peek)
hehe
~KRiSTa
In fact reading peoples blogs is a bit like snooping…. you get to see into their lives, their minds and their imaginations! And if you merely lurk, not leaving a comment behind, they never know that you know!
I’ve snooped twice years ago and been blasted right between the eyes because of it. Found out things I didn’t want to know. Nope, nope. I don’t do it anymore. Never, ever, never!
As for two tickets to Leonard Cohen, he’s going to be here in Chicago. Wish I HAD two tickets to see him….alas, no. 74 years young and still magic. “Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you, if you’re young at heart…” Tra-la. A mahvelous day to you dahling. – Kathy in Chicago
One more thing. Leonard Cohen at the Beacon can be downloaded off of the NPR website. Not the whole concert but about quite a bit of it! – Hallelujah, if you know what I mean…hee-hee Kathy in Chicago
Oh MY goodness!! She’s brought out the teensy donkeys!! Oh Don’t get me started about the crazy-cutness of tiny donkeys!! Just don’t!! EEEEEEP!
So glad I popped in to the doll house this morning!! 🙂
Oh how I missed your lovely adventures. I have been away. Wish I could say on an awesome journey of some kind but no…in the hospital having surgery. Recovering now and enjoying your tales.
My brother and I snooped on Easter morning to find our Easter baskets. We found them and grabbed a piece of candy and then went back to bed as quietly as we got up. hehehe But then we had to pretend to look for our baskets when mom and dad got up. That was hard. I didn’t snoop anymore!!
The new attic resident is definitely an actress who has left her homeland. She is a princess and her family would disown her if they knew where and what she was doing. So sad!! She must be terribly lonely.
Hugging you
SueAnn
Can I just say I love your worlds of and enchantment, I want to come to Dollhouse Manor for a visit. Love this post!
See you at the Carnival!
Magic and Joy!
XO!
Lisa!
I simply adore your magical dollhouse and the very creative stories you have to go with it! Who could she be? We must find out!
And about snooping, yes, I am guilty. Guilty of looking for gifts, looking into medicine cabinets, drawers I shouldn’t have. But the one that really stands out is about an ex-boyfriend. And once I made my discovery, I realized he was not the person I was trying to think he was. I now know that we must trust the heart, because when we do, you also trust that little voice that is trying to tell you when something is not right. So now with my wonderful Hubby, no snooping, because I know that little voice has told me he is “just right” :0)
Clap..CLAPPP…CCLAPP))) Your tales are so clever. What an imagination you have, my dearie dear!
Lovely adventure you are taking us on Miss Vanessa! I always wanted a dollhouse. Your story rekindle that memory. But my sister got one instead, and I fear she didn’t appreciate it as I would have. I think had I had one when I was wee I would have chosen a much different path in life…interior designer to the small jetset perhaps? I love your last post as well about the bubble bath in the garden. Ah me. What a gorgeous way to spend a day!
You are a marvel Miss V!
xoxo
Erin
well, I’m just so smitten with the fact she is going to see Leonard Cohen that I can’t think of a single snoop story! I’ve always been to scared to snoop…like someone will have a hidden camera somewhere and they will jump out and say “AH HA!!! caught you, you naughty snoop!!” 😉
big xoxox for a wonderful week Miss V!
how deliciously spooky! I would love to live in dollhouse manor 🙂
What a beautiful dollhouse!!! I want to come visit! I’m small! 😀
I adore dollhouses! I have a huge one that is waiting for a larger house, so I can have one room, The Dollhouse Room, and can make a big front yard and whatnot — can you imagine all the tiny flowers?
I learned not to snoop when I snooped in this one guy’s drawers. The level of freak-out was huge, yet there was no way for me to ask him about it. There could have been a totally reasonable response, but um, no. That kind of ruined it (although to be honest, it was well on its way to ruin, and that was just the last straw).
I have lots to say, but this is YOUR place…
Thank you for this story. It has meaning for me!
Wow….if I could only say how much I enjoy your stories…but come visit my doll house and I’ll share glimpses of fancy rooms and lovely dollies.
How much fun is this? You are seriously coocoo and I love it!!!
Dolly furniture, makes me want to create some! xo