JENNIFER'S PRINTABLE DOLLHOUSE WALLPAPERThere are 12 floral dollhouse wallpapers on this page, and 12 more floral wallpapers on the Floral 1pageIf you find a wallpaper you like,click on the sample.Clicking the sample will bring up a full 8 inch x 10 inch page of the dollhouse wallpaper which you can save to your computer ]]> You can make miniature fabric as well as dollhouse wallpaper from the selection of printable wallpaper.To see a great tutorial for printing on fabric as well as some very nice printable CD's go towww.paperminis.com  visit    see my designThis website is great fun, it is for the secret interior  decorator hidden inside of us.You can redecorate and furnish a 'cyber livingroom ' with  a couple of clicks. If you don't like what you see, you  can just go back and change things.see my design The Delight is in the DetailsMy own dollhouse is very full, but there is always room for more. For me the delight is in the details, little ordinary things like a pair of old boots by the back door , a baked pie beside the stove, or a peeled orange on a plate.There are so many talented and generous people who make amazing dollhouse miniatures. Many creative miniaturists share there knowledge and tips by posting tutorials on their web sites, on how they make their mini objects Here are just a few of them childrens toysa pet basketa peeled orangebaked piespansiesa tiny teddy bear DOLLHOUSEWALLPAPERLINKSmenu1750-188019201930-4019501960-70art nouveaufloralsflorals 2checksstripespatternschildrenbordersholidayswood& brickhome contact me ]]>  I Know I was Born a Miniaturist Becausepart 2It seems that the older I get, the more I think about my childhood.I am one of those people who have vivid memories of  childhood. Most of my memories are very good, and quite a few of them reveal, that I was born a miniaturist. It is not a hobby I adopted, like my other hobbies. It is embedded in me somewhere. I have always had a fascination for anything tiny. This little tale about' why I know I was born a miniaturist' ...happened the Christmas my brother and I had the measles. I believe I was about three and a half. We had been cooped in a darkened room for quite a while so it was extra magical to be brought downstairs on Christmas day.I remember only  the evening. We were in our front room, which was seldom used, there was a fire lit, and it was warm and cozy and nice. My parent’s best friends were there, Ettie and Bib, and everyone was happy. We had a small Christmas tree which was decorated and had tiny little candles in little holders.That was the one and only time that the candles were ever lit. It looked so beautiful and it didn't last long. The adults were all anxious about the danger of a fire, but it is memory burned in my brain.After the candles were blown out my mum brought out a little cardboard house with cotton wool snow on the roof. There was a large chimney on the house with a lot of strings coming out of the roof. Everyone in the room got to pull on a string and attached was a tiny inexpensive gift. This was a family tradition that my mum kept going for many years; it was kind of a bittersweet activity because it signaled that Christmas day fun was almost over.  I can only recall what Uncle Bib got, I can remember it so well because I wanted it so badly. He had pulled out of the chimney a tiny wee blue plastic bathtub, about an inch and a half long, with a tiny wee nude lady in it. It was probably meant to be a joke gift for the adults.It was so small and cuteOh my, I wanted it so much. I found it enchanting.Here was the dilemma. Uncle Bib hadn’t noticed my interest in it. I knew if I asked Uncle Bib for it, he would be happy to give it to me. I also knew that to ask for anything was a really big no-no. I didn't ask, and I didn't get. But I remembered it and tried later to wheedle it from him without actually asking for it. I spent a lot of time at Ettie and Bib's house, especially at teatime, Ettie made delicious marmalade tarts. Uncle Bib would come home from work and sit down in the armchair with the newspaper. I remember crawling up on his knee and whispering in his ear ‘‘Remember the lady in the bathtub?''What must he have thought? He didn't have the slightest clue about what I meant.My big hint didn’t work, he just snapped out the newspaper and went on reading, and I never saw the tiny wee bathtub again.More than 50 years later I have not forgotten about it. I Know I was Born a Miniaturist Becausepart 1part 3Memories of Christmasread about my first dollhouse ]]> Having your own website is a great way to show others pictures of your dollhouse.Building a website is not as difficult as you may think.I built and maintain this website using Homestead Site Builder, it is so easy. You don't have to be a ''techie type person'' to use Homestead Site Builder.Homestead takes care of ALL the complicated stuff.If you do happen to get stuck, and need help, you can phone or email the Homestead  support staff, they are really pleasant and helpful.You can try it out yourself for FREE! Just click the the Homestead button below. ]]> ]]>