This my dollhouse. My Papa (grandpa) made it for me when I was around 3 or 4. I adored it. As you can see it's been through a bit. I stuck stickers on the inside walls as artwork for my barbies, when I was ten I got a free stamp with a magazine, tried it out and got bored halfway through, and it's spent the last decade or so living in the garage. Not anymore! Over the next few days, lets say six, I'm going fix it up The Block style. When I'm done it will be ready to come to Melbourne and serve as my cute a quirky bookshelf.
Lets survey the damage.
Now it's back to work, packing, organising and the usual moving interstate things.