We would sit and visit in my red plastic chairs and when we were done, we would step outside to the swing set right next door to my little brown playhouse. It was all a little girl could ask for.
As I reflect on those days I look around at children today and playhouses made from the heart and with a lot of sweat equity have been replaced with cookie cutter playhouses made in China. The houses even come complete with curtains and built in kitchens. I know I am guilty of the same. I purchased a playhouse earlier this year for my son (or should I say rugged cabin) and my father and I assembled it in a single afternoon. Although I love it and I added my my own personal touches to it, it really doesn't compare to the beautiful playhouse my dad built me so many years ago.
So this year as I began to think about Christmas presents and I worked down the list to my niece who is two I knew I had to give her something that was from the heart. I LOVE to go to First Monday Trade Days in Canton. Ask any one of my friends and they will tell you that there are all sorts of treasures in my home from there (but that blog is for another day). So during my annual trek to Canton in September I made a stop at one of the raw wood shops. There are several there and I am not loyal to any one since they are all very competitive. I saw an old fashioned baby doll crib. I immediately knew that was for my niece. I could imagine it, painted with handmade bedding in it just perfect to keep her sweet baby warm.
So I snatched it up for a bargain price. I ran it over to my neighbor's house - he is a painter and asked him to spray it for me. When I got it back my plan of using scraps to assemble the bedding just would not do. So I ran to Jo-Ann's to see what I could find. Well, I found the most amazing flannels just perfect for my niece's baby doll.
I found a sweet bird pattern and a complimentary pink paisley. Now, I would be lying if I told you it took me forever to make this bedding. I think it took me all of an hour to whip out all three pieces. But when I was finished I just loved it! My son asked me if I was going to wrap it. I am not sure that I will, but I might just put a great big bow on it and that is it. The real gift is the fact that it comes from the heart and I hope she will enjoy it as much I would have when I was a child. My gift to her is that she will create sweet memories of days when she sang, rocked and cared for her baby doll in the bed and bedding her Aunt Lydia made for her. I hope her days will be filled with hours of make believe play before she grows up and those are just beautiful memories that she reflects on as an adult.
I hope this Christmas all children receive a gift from the heart and full of special memories to come!