House of Memories Past

 

A bed of pearls

Wood scrap + paint + left over foam + fabric ends + plastic beads + a whole lot of super glue =

1:12 scale queen size bed

I know when I’m starting to get burned out when all I can think about through the course of a day is how I’d like to be curled up in bed when it’s all over.  It’s the safest place a person can be.  There’s so much comfort and consistency of my head hitting the pillow while I drift off to sleep listening to the lullabies emitting from my iPod.

My days are numbered here and I don’t want to be the last one home

Wikipedia on time:  Time is the indefinite continued progress of existence and events that occur in apparently irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future”.

It’s the irreversible part of time that gets to me.  As much as I wish physicists would get their act together and find a method of time travel already, it seems for the period of my existence, I will only be moving forward.  Most things that have become part of my memory will stay forever as memories, sometimes with a smile to accompany them.  There are occasions when I look back and think about how I could have done things differently and if I had, where I would be now.  At the end of it all, even though it’s a nice distraction to fantasize about how things could have been, I accept the irreversible nature of time, and I am content with who I am, and the fact that I wouldn’t be who I am if I had done things differently.  It turns out time makes us wise(r).

I realized the other day that I don’t have a single analog clock in my home.  At this stage of human progress, many things have turned digital.  Once upon a time, people wore their time piece at the end of a chain and had to make sure that their watches were properly taken care of  to provide functionality.

Not that I want to live in a time where I had to rely on the position of the sun to tell me what my daily activities should be, but I think something is lost when I look at a clock and can just see the exact time.   In a world of efficiency, it works.  In moments of drifting off into space, I don’t want to know exactly how long it took for me to get out of my daydreaming.  The only thrill from knowing the exact time is catching the clock at 11:11.

Thus, another project borne out of nostalgia for the simpler days of life when I can just lay in bed and hear the clock tick and know that my life will keep on moving.

A place to rest

In addition to my Perpetually Clean Bathroom, I’ve managed to fill in the rest of my dollhouse.

The TV in the attic was my own creation, as was the kitchen furniture.

The final touch will be a piano in the living room, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.  I’m not sure if I want to order one online or make an attempt at carving one out myself…

From my dungeon to the world…

I suspect that I’d spend a lot more time at home if my house looked like this:

It’s empty now, but the dollhouse/miniature show in Vancouver/Burnaby is coming up, so I don’t expect it will stay empty for too long.

And if no furniture, then ten cats will be calling this house their “home”.

Belly Full of…

I am no stranger to food, so it’s not surprising that eventually, I would throw together a kitchen.

This project isn’t as detailed oriented as it should really be.  A few years ago, on my first trip to Hong Kong, I went a little crazy with buying the little plastic food miniatures that came in blind boxes.  And then a few months ago, I picked up the kitchen furniture at a garage sale.  It turns out the food is 1:6 scale while the kitchen furniture is 1:12.  So, the food is actually twice as big as they’re supposed to be.

That’s okay, though.  I personally don’t mind having a feast.

Rome wasn’t built in a day… and neither are houses

The little things I have been working on have come together in a big (and miniature) way.

My books have been put on bookcases.  And my orb chair has just the right place in what was previously an empty room.

This reading room is 1:12 scale.

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