It’s that time of year
Sorting, cleaning, planning and planting. The weather and calendar clock mess up our balance of the days. Again. It brings on the urge to try to stand back and review. So – for this blog, it’s time to ask myself the yearly questions. After nearly 3 years.
Why a blog
A journal of activity, a cover for the act of talking to oneself, a storage space, a structure about a structure
Why a dolls’ house/model
Joining a friend in her interest, a need for a disciplined activity that stretches mind and hand, a ‘not quite’ job, a time filler between here and there
Why one big 1:12 model
No idea. Possibly a Gormenghast fixation? The building as a microcosm of life? Didn’t like the idea of one structure expressing one aspect of what was in my head and fancied a variety of expression as you ramble from space to space? General ignorance of what dolls house building is about.
Why so many people
“Ah, the voices, the voices”. The rooms have a personality that sometimes demands the visual noise of its inhabitants. I wanted to feel the purpose of a space and, almost from the start, bought many figure kits, placing them (or just their heads in the rooms when viewing and planning. And I like costume.
What is the blog now
A distraction from health ‘adventures’. A statement that I’m still ‘operative’. Provides a full-stop to each stage in the model and a starting point for the next. A small act of connectivity to others? A vanity exercise?
What is the model now
All of the above and a point of focus. A control freak’s hidey-hole from the vagaries of life. An escape from committee-like decision making. A continuing puzzle to work on when I make the chance.
Where to with the model
Complete as much as possible – a number of year’s worth still to go.
Plans for other models
Lots – bought an I don’t quite know what ‘bird-cage-shaped-not-cage’ (from a charity shop) that shrieks 18th Century, Watteau backed dresses, shepherdesses, parti-coloured costumed lute players, Ranelagh and Vauxhall etc and am putting aside bits and pieces towards it.
Take a deep breath and trot on