Since I came to the realization that Barbieville had gotten out of hand and decided to stop the soap opera, I have been really strict with myself about what can stay and what must go. I started with the standing sets.
Here we see Bellatrix laying on the floor of Sulu's Greenhouse, the denuded hospital exam/waiting room, and a giant couch in the grocery store. I'm sure you can guess that I had already started work before thinking to take pictures.
The exam room walls became a wall full of graffiti. I kept the canyon sunset, as it can be either a mural (as it was in the waiting room) or simply the view. Green felt for grass, and I have a permanent spot for the playground. The children will hang out here full time.
Sulu's greenhouse and the Witch's Cove ticket booth combine with the grocery store to become a kitchen/pantry. New wallpaper and the barn backdrop, cut to size. (I need to construct an oven door. Or make one of the refrigerators into a sideways-opening oven.)
The grocery space is now the classroom for adolescents to hang out. I kept only the Harry Potter and Creatable world dolls, with the exception of Claudia. Claudia is a Babysitters Inc Skipper (Asian) on an extra Hermione body. Classroom is obviously is a work in progress. Ignore the phone charger cord.
Non-dollhouse-family babies will live in this crib. It keeps getting moved back and forth between kitchen and playground.
It really doesn't matter for the blog, since I'll be doing stand-alone stories with an ever-changing cast and characters, but for simple play off camera, this is the new dollhouse family.
These are the adults I'm keeping. Before I reorganized, and purged, each of these pockets held two or maybe three dolls. Granted, the third doll was often a child, but still...
Honestly, I'm still waffling on a few dolls in the donation bag. The top of the tall shelf is covered with things like the cash registers from both the grocery store and greenhouse. But the hardest part is done.
Funny story: I started my downsize and Sister Number One told me about a convention of sorts, buying and selling "collectables". I playfully scolded her for undermining my efforts. Then The Boy's mother made this quilt for my dolls. So of course I had to playfully scold her as well.
Then a friend of mine shows up with this!
LMAO
