The strangest thing has happened. I no longer want all my “Little House” stuff sitting out on display on every surface.
I spent a lot of years buying everything. I could outfit a bed-and-breakfast and decorate each guest room in a theme from a different “Little House” book. And don’t think that wasn’t what I had in mind when I collected this stuff.
Although I’ve actually stopped buying each mug, doll, plate, and tin lunch Marse Grover made and painted some lovely shelves for me so I could have over-the-window display space. I’ve been trying to remember what television movie I saw back in the seventies or early eighties that made me fall in love with over-the-window shelves – was it “The Corn is Green,” the one with Katharine Hepburn? The shelves in the movie I saw had books on them, which I think is also an excellent idea, if there’s an easy way to get to them.
Since it’s raining fishhooks and hammer handles today (see On the Banks of Plum Creek, Chapter 14, “Spring Freshet”), I’m in the process of moving “Little House” stuff up a ladder and onto the shelves.
Now, if only there was a clever display solution to thirteen plastic storage crates full of files. I’m thinking that it would be nice to actually see the fireplace in here. And no, they won’t fit in the closet. I’ve already tried that one.
