Sunday, February 4, 2024

The 5WH of Dollhouse Building

A dollhouse made for children to play with. It is
both durable and simply built. It is made with
wooden parts and the furnishings may be re-
arranged inside of any of the four rooms.
        Who, what, where, when, why, and how to plan a thousand small details that go into the making of a dollhouse. Just to begin this process requires much more study than many people anticipate. 
       Think about who you are. What are your tastes and interests? Dolls may live in any kind of a built environment; the doll's home does not need to be an ordinary residence with walls, floors, doors and chairs.
       What will be needed to accomplish this long term goal: the gathering and selecting of supplies, the organizing of those materials, the time table for crafting all of the chosen elements. Is it realistic to craft the dollhouse from scratch? Perhaps, it would be better to build a dollhouse using a kit? Or, maybe, you would just like to craft furnishings or dolls to go into a completed dollhouse instead?
       Where is the building of the dollhouse to be accomplished? It will take many long hours to complete this task: will it be stored while under construction, if so should it be kept in a room designated for it? Do you have a workbench in a spare room or in the basement? 
       When will you have time to work on the dollhouse and when will it need to be finished, if ever? Will you be working on it one night a week or will you be working on it for three weeks in a row, or perhaps you will be working on it for one year prior to Christmas or a birthday?
       Why have you decided to build a dollhouse? Are you building the dollhouse for yourself or as a gift for someone else? Is the ultimate intent behind it's building to gratify your own interests or is this dollhouse to be a toy for a young child? This is an important decision that will determine so many other choices to be made about the dollhouse design and materials in the future.
       How will the dollhouse be displayed once it is finished? Will it need electricity for special lighting, do you have a display space in mind for others to view the dollhouse or even play with it?
       If you can answer these questions with ease and clarity, construction on that future home for your most cherished doll friends has a realistic future!

The Nostell Doll's House is one-of-a-kind. Built in the 1730s in England; it's furniture is period
perfect and was not built for children to play with but to tell a story about how people once lived
 and what they valued in their homes... It is a model, a three dimensional way to describe
history and culture.

This dollhouse is made of clay, a material not normally 
used for crafting toys in Western culture. The artisan, from
Mauritania, made and important choice in the selection of
his materials. He or she chose to use what was available
and affordable; the end result . . . quite charming!

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Wednesday, January 31, 2024

How to make a "boombox" for your 18" dolls

Finished 18" doll sized boom box from the 1980s.
A crafted toy like this would be so fun for a Courtney
Moore historical doll to play with.
       The boomboxes of the 80s were portable, played cassette tapes and the radio through loudspeakers. Later models also included CD players as well. 
       Where I grew up a boombox was considered very necessary at school social events, sporting events and dances wherever these occurred . . .

Supply List:

  • recycled soap box
  • two milk carton lids
  • extra light weight cardboard
  • black construction paper (One sheet should do it.)
  • 1 wooden skewer for the handle.
  • acrylic black paint
  • Mod Podge
  • silver tape or aluminum foil
  • magazine clippings of digital buttons
  • mesh fabric or woven plastic mesh
  • one silver/black button (radio dial)
  • hot glue gun and hot glue
  • white school glue
Step-by-Step Instructions:
  1. Tape and then cover the soap box with black construction paper using white school glue. In doing this step, the surfaces of the black paint will become smoother and professional looking. 
  2. The speakers of our doll's boombox are shaped by inserting and gluing the backsides of two milk caps through two cut holes inside the soap box. These holes may be cut out using tiny scissors or an Exacto knife.
  3. Glue foil paper to line the interior of these caps, shiny side up.
  4. I pasted on a few layers of extra cardboard to extend the length of my doll's 'boombox' a bit because the proportions needed to be improved once the speaker were glued in. So the entire 'boombox' measures approximately one inch longer compared to the length of the standard sized soap box. If you use alternative caps from some other recycled container to be the speakers, you may find that enlarging the soap box is unnecessary.
  5. Next, I glued a plastic mesh over the silver speakers and then glued a cardboard ring over this ragged edge. The cardboard rings were also covered with silver foil before these were glued to frame the "woofers." (speakers)
  6. Poke two holes into the top of the boom box to glue in a long narrow handle made from a wooden skewer. 
  7. Now decoupage the magazine clippings of digital buttons wherever you would like them to be on your doll's boom box.
  8. Hot glue on the button to act as a radio dial. 
  9. Paint the finished 'boombox' black and seal this with Mod Podge.

Monday, January 29, 2024

Vasilisa The Fair


 Vasilisa The Fair, A Russian Folk Tale

       ONCE  upon  a  time  there  was  a  merchant  who  had  been married  for  twelve  years  and  had  only  one  daughter, Vasilisa  the  Fair.  When  her  mother  died  the  girl  was eight  years  old.  On  her  death-bed  the  mother  called the  maiden  to  her,  took  a  doll  out  of  her  counterpane, said:  "Vasilisushka,  hear  my  last  words.  I  am  dying, and  I  will  leave  you  my  mother's  blessing  and  this  doll. Keep  this  doll  always  by  you,  but  show  it  to  nobody, and  no  misfortune  can  befall  you.  Give  it  food  and  ask it  for  advice.  After  it  has  eaten,  it  will  tell  you  how  to avoid  your  evil."  Then  the  wife  kissed  her  daughter and  died.
       After  the  wife's  death  the  merchant  mourned  as  it behoved,  and  then  he  thought  of  a  second  wife.  He  was a  handsome  man  and  found  many  brides,  but  he  liked one  widow  more  than  any  one.  She  was  no  longer young,  and  had  two  daughters  of  about  the  same  age  as Vasilisa.  So  she  was  an  experienced  housewife  and  mother. The  merchant  married  her,  but  he  had  made  a  mistake, for  she  was  no  good  mother  to  his  own  daughter.
       Vasilisa  was  the  fairest  damsel  in  the  entire  village, and  the  stepmother  and  the  sisters  envied  her  therefore. And  they  used  to  torture  her  by piling  all  the  work  they could  on  her,  that  she  might  grow  thin  and  ugly,  and might  be  tanned  by  the  wind  and  the  sun.  And  the child  lived  a  hard  life.  Vasilisa,  however,  did  all  her work  without  complaining,  and  always  grew  more  beautiful and  plumper,  while  the  stepmother  and  her  daughters, out  of  sheer  spite,  grew  thinner  and  uglier.  Yet  there they  sat  all  day  long  with  their  hands  folded,  just  like fine  ladies.  How  could  this  be?
       It  was  the  doll  that  had  helped  Vasilisa.  Without  her the  maiden  could  never  have  done  her  task.  Vasilisa often  ate  nothing  herself,  and  kept  the  tastiest  morsels for  the  doll;  and  when  at  night  they  had  all  gone  to bed,  she  used  to  lock  herself  up  in  her  cellar  below, give  the  doll  food  to  eat,  and  say,  "Dollet,  eat  and  listen to  my  misery.  I  am  living  in  my  father's  house,  and  my lot  is  hard.  My  evil  stepmother  is  torturing my delicate hands.  Teach  me  what  I  must  do  in  order  to bear  this  life."
       Then  the  doll  gave  her  good  advice,  consoled  her, and  did  all  her  morning's  work  for  her.  Vasilisa  was told  to  go  walking,  plucking  flowers;  and  all  her  flower-beds were  done  in  time,  all  the  coal  was  brought  in,  and the  water-jugs  carried  in,  and  the  hearthstone  was  hot. Further,  the  doll  taught  her  herb-lore;  so,  thanks  to  her doll,  she  had  a  merry  life;  and  the  years  went  by.
       Vasilisa  grew  up,  and  all  the  lads  in  the  village  sought her.  But  the  stepmother's  daughters  nobody  would look  at;  and  the  stepmother  grew  more  evil  than  ever and  answered  all  her  suitors:  "I  will  not  give  my  eldest daughter  before  I  give  the  elders."  So  she  sent  all  the bargainers  away,  and  to  show  how  pleased  she  was, rained  blows  on  Vasilisa.
       One  day  the  merchant  had  to  go  away  on  business  for a  long  time;  so  the  stepmother  in  the  meantime  went over  to  a  new  house  near  a  dense,  slumbrous  forest.  In the  forest  there  was  a  meadow,  and  on  the  meadow  there was  a  hut,  and  in  the  hut  Baba  Yaga  lived,  who  would not  let  anybody  in,  and  ate  up  men  as  though  they  were poultry.  Whilst  she  was  moving,  the  stepmother  sent her  hated  stepdaughter  into  the  wood,  but  she  always came  back  perfectly  safe,  for  the  doll  showed  her  the way  by  which  she  could  avoid  Baba  Yaga's  hut.

The horseman in white.
       So  one  day  the  harvest  season  came  and  the  stepmother gave  all  three  maidens  their  task  for  the  evening:  one was  to  make  lace  and  the  other  to  sew  a  stocking,  and Vasilisa  was  to  spin.  Each  was  to  do  a  certain  amount. The  mother  put  all  the  fires  out  in  the  entire  house, and  left  only  one  candle  burning  where  the  maidens were  at  work,  and  herself  went  to  sleep.  The  maidens worked  on.  The  candle  burned  down,  and  one  of  the stepmother's  daughters  took  the  snuffers  in  order  to  cut down  the  wick.  But  the  stepmother  had  told  her  to put  the  light  out  as  though  by  accident.
       "What  is  to  be  done  now?"  they  said.  "There  is no  fire  in  the  house  and  our  work  is  not  finished.  We must  get  a  light  from  the  Baba  Yaga."
       "I  can  see  by  the  needles,"  said  the  one  who  was making  lace.
       "I  also  am  not  going,"  said  the  second,  "for  my knitting  needles  give  me  light  enough.  You  must  go and  get  some  fire.  Go  to  the  Baba  Yaga!  "And  they turned  Vasilisa  out  of  the  room.
       Then  Vasilisa  went  to  her  room,  put  meat  and  drink before  her  doll,  and  said:  "Dolly  dear,  eat  it  and  listen to  my  complaint.  They  are  sending  me  to  Baba  Yaga for  fire,  and  the  Baba  Yaga  will  eat  me  up."
       Then  the  Dollet  ate,  and  her  eyes  glittered  like  two lamps,  and  she  said:  "Fear  nothing,  Vasilisushka.  Do what  they  say,  only  take  me  with  you.  As  long  as  I  am with  you  Baba  Yaga  can  do  you  no  harm."  Vasilisa  put the  doll  into  her  pocket,  crossed  herself,  and  went tremblingly  into  the  darksome  forest.
       Suddenly  a  knight  on  horseback  galloped  past  her  all in  white.  His  cloak  was  white,  and  his  horse  and  the reins:  and  it  became  light.  She  went  further,  and suddenly  another  horseman  passed  by,  who  was  all  in red,  and  his  horse  was  red,  and  his  clothes:  and  the  sun rose.  Vasilisa  went  on  through  the  night  and  the  next  day.  Next  evening  she  came  to  the  mead  where  Baba Yaga's  hut  stood.  The  fence  round  the  hut  consisted of  human  bones,  and  on  the  stakes  skeletons  glared  out of  their  empty  eyes.  And,  instead  of  the  doorways  and the  gate,  there  were  feet,  and  in  the  stead  of  bolts  there were  hands,  and  instead  of  the  lock  there  was  a  mouth with  sharp  teeth.  And  Vasilisa  was  stone-cold  with fright.
The horseman in red.
       Suddenly  another  horseman  pranced  by  on  his  way. He  was  all  in  black,  on  a  jet-black  horse,  with  a  jet-black cloak.  He  sprang  to  the  door  and  vanished  as  though the  earth  had  swallowed  him  up:  and  it  was  night. But  the  darkness  did  not  last  long,  for  the  eyes  in  all  the skeletons  on  the  fence  glistened,  and  it  became  as  light as  day  all  over  the  green.
       Vasilisa  trembled  with  fear,  but  remained  standing, for  she  did  not  know  how  she  could  escape.  Suddenly a  terrible  noise  was  heard  in  the  forest,  and  the  treeboughs  creaked  and  the  dry  leaves  crackled.  And  out  of the  wood  Baba  Yaga  drove  in  inside  the  mortar  with  the pestle,  and  with  the  broom  swept  away  every  trace  of her  steps.  At  the  door  she  stopped,  sniffed  all  the  way round,  and  cried  out:
       "Fee,  Fo,  Fi,  Fum,  I  smell  the  blood  of  a  Russian  mum! Who  is  there?"
       Vasilisa,  shuddering  with  dread,  stepped  up  to  her, bowed  low  to  the  ground,  and  said:  "Mother,  I  am here.  My  stepmother's  daughters  sent  me  to  you  to ask  for  fire."
       "Very  well,"  said  Baba  Yaga:  "  I  know  them.  Stay with  me,  work  for  me,  and  I  will  give  you  fire.  Otherwise I  shall  eat  you  up."
       Then  she  went  to  the  door,  and  she  cried  out:  "Ho! my  strong  bolts,  draw  back,  my  strong  door,  spring open!  "  And  the  door  sprang  open,  and  Baba  Yaga went  in  whistling  and  whirring,  and  Vasilisa  followed her.
       Then  the  door  closed,  and  Baba  Yaga  stretched  herself in  the  room  and  said  to  Vasilisa:  "Give  me  whatever there  is  in  the  oven.  I  am  hungry."
       So  Vasilisa  lit  a  splinter  from  the  skulls  on  the  hedge and  fetched  Baba  Yaga  food  out  of  the  oven,  and  there was  food  enough  there  for  ten  men.  Out  of  a  cellar  she fetched  kvas,  mead,  and  wine.  Baba  Yaga  ate  and  drank it  all  up.  But  all  there  was  left  for  Vasilisa  was  a  little  of some  kind  of  soup,  and  a  crust  of  bread,  and  a  snippet of  pork.
       Baba  Yaga  lay  down  to  sleep  and  said:  "In  the morning,  to-morrow,  when  I  go  away  you  must  clean the  courtyard,  brush  out  the  room,  get  dinner  ready, do  the  washing,  go  to  the  field,  get  a  quarter  of  oats, sift  it  all  out,  and  see  that  it  is  all  done  before  I  come home.  Otherwise  I  will  eat  you  up."
The horseman in black.
       And,  as  soon  as  ever  she  had  given  all  the  orders,  she began  snoring.
       Vasilisa  put  the  rest  of  the  dinner  in  front  of  the  doll and  said:  "Dollet,  eat  it  up  and  listen  to  my  woe. Heavy  are  the  tasks  which  the  Baba  Yaga  has  given  me, and  she  threatens  to  eat  me  up  if  I  don't  carry  them  all out.  Help  me!"
       "Have  no  fear,  Vasilisa,  thou  fair  maiden.  Eat,  pray, and  lie  down  to  sleep,  for  the  morning  is  wiser  than  the evening."
       Very  early  next  day  Vasilisa  woke  up.  Baba  Yaga  was already  up  and  was  looking  out  of  the  window.  The glimmer  in  the  eyes  of  the  skulls  had  dimmed;  the white  horseman  raced  by:  and  it  dawned.  Baba  Yaga went  into  the  courtyard,  and  whistled,  and  the  mortar, the  pestle,  and  the  besom  appeared  at  once,  and  the  red horseman  came  by:  and  the  sun  rose.  Baba  Yaga  sat in  the  mortar  and  went  by,  thrusting  the  mortar  with the  pestle,  and  with  the  besom  she removed  every  trace of  her  steps.
       Vasilisa,  left  all  by  herself,  looked  over  the  house  of the  Baba  Yaga,  wondered  at  all  the  wealth  gathered  in, and  began  to  consider  what  she  should  start  with.  But all  the  work  was  already  done,  and  the  doll  had  sifted out  the  very  last  of  the  ears  of  oats.
       "Oh,  my  savior!"  said  Vasilisa.  "You  have  helped me  in  my  great  need."
       "You  now  have  only  to  get  dinner  ready,"  the  doll answered,  and  clambered  back  into  Vasilisa's  pocket.
       "With  God's  help  get  it  ready,  and  stay  here  quietly waiting."
       In  the  evening  Vasilisa  laid  the  cloth  and  waited  for Baba  Yaga.  The  gloaming  came,  and  the  black  horseman reached  by:  and  it  at  once  became  dark,  but  the  eyes in  the  skulls  glowed.  The  trees  shuddered,  the  leaves crackled,  Baba  Yaga  drove  in,  and  Vasilisa  met  her.
       "Is  it  all  done?"    Baba  Yaga  asked.
       "Yes,  grandmother: look!"  said  Vasilisa. 
Baba Yaga flying in her motar.

       Baba  Yaga  looked  round  everywhere,  and  was  rather angry  that  she  had  nothing  to  find  fault  with  and  said:
       "Very  well."  Then  she  cried  out:  "Ye  my  faithful servants,  friends  of  my  heart!  Store  up  my  oats." Then  three  pairs  of  hands  appeared,  seized  the  oats  and carried  them  off.
       Baba  Yaga  had  her  supper,  and,  before  she  went  to sleep,  once  more  commanded  Vasilisa:  "Tomorrow do  the  same  as  you  did  today,  but  also  take  the  hay which  is  lying  on  my  field,  clean  it  from  every  trace  of soil,  every  single  ear.  Somebody  has,  out  of  spite,  mixed earth  with  it."
       And,  as  soon  as  she  had  said  it,  she  turned  round  to the  wall  and  was  snoring.
       Vasilisa  at  once  fetched  her  doll,  who  ate,  and  said  as the  had  the  day  before:  "Pray  and  lie  down  to  sleep, for  the  morning  is  wiser  than  the  evening.  Everything shall  be  done,  Vasilisushka."
       Next  morning  Baba  Yaga  got  up  and  stood  at  the window,  and  then  went  into  the  courtyard  and  whistled; and  the  mortar,  the  besom,  and  the  pestle  appeared  at once,  and  the  red  horseman  came  by:  and  the  sun  rose. Baba  Yaga  sat  in  the  mortar  and  went  off,  sweeping away  her  traces  as  before.
       Vasilisa  got  everything  ready  with  the  help  of  her  doll. Then  the  old  woman  came  back,  looked  over  everything, and  said:  "  Ho,  my  faithful  servants,  friends  of  my heart!  Make  me  some  poppy-oil."  Then  three  pairs  of hands  came,  laid  hold  of  the  poppies  and  carried  them  off.
       Baba  Yaga  sat  down  to  supper,  and  Vasilisa  sat  silently in  front  of  her.  "Why  do  you  not  speak;  why  do  you stay  there  as  if  you  were  dumb?"  Baba  Yaga  asked.
       "I  did  not  venture  to  say  anything;  but  if  I  might, I  should  like  to  ask  some  questions."
       "Ask,  but  not  every  question  turns  out  well:  too knowing  is  too  old."
       "Still,  I  should  like  to  ask  you  of  some  things  I  saw. On  my  way  to  you  I  met  a  white  horseman,  in  a  white cloak,  on  a  white  horse:  who  was  he?"
       "The  bright  day."
       "Then  a  red  horseman,  on  a  red  horse,  in  a  red  cloak, overtook  me:  who  was  he?"
       "The  red  sun."
       "What  is  the  meaning  of  the  black  horseman  who overtook  me  as  I  reached  your  door,  grandmother?"
       "That  was  the  dark  night.  Those  are  my  faithful servants."
       Vasilisa  then  thought  of  the  three  pairs  of  hands  and said  nothing.
       "Why  don't  you  ask  any  further?"  Baba  Yaga  asked.
       "I  know  enough,  for  you  say  yourself  'too  knowing is  too  old.'"
       "It  is  well  you  asked  only  about  things  you  saw  in  the courtyard,  and  not  about  things  without  it,  for  I  do  not like  people  to  tell  tales  out  of  school,  and  I  eat  up  everybody who  is  too  curious.  But  now  I  shall  ask  you,  how did  you  manage  to  do  all  the  work  I  gave  you?"
       "By  my  mother's  blessing!"
       "Ah,  then,  get  off  with  you  as  fast  as  you  can,  blessed daughter;  no  one  blessed  may  stay  with  me!"
       So  she  turned  Vasilisa  out  of  the  room  and  kicked  her to  the  door,  took  a  skull  with  the  burning  eyes  from  the fence,  put  it  on  a  staff,  gave  it  her  and  said,  "Now  you have  fire  for  your  stepmother's  daughters,  for  that  was why  they  sent  you  here."
Vasilisa returns home by the light of the skull.
       Then  Vasilisa  ran  home  as  fast  as  she  could  by  the light  of  the  skull;  and  the  flash  in  it  went  out  with  the dawn.
       By  the  evening  of  the  next  day  she  reached  the  house, and  was  going  to  throw  the  skull  away,  when  she  heard a  hollow  voice  coming  out  of  the  skull  and  saying :  "Do not  throw  me  away.  Bring  me  up  to  your  stepmother's house."  And  she  looked  at  her  stepmother's  house  and
saw  that  there  was  no  light  in  any  window,  and  decided to  enter  with  the  skull.  She  was  friendlily  received,  and the  sisters  told  her  that  ever  since  she  had  gone  away they  had  had  no  fire;  they  were  able  to  make  none; and  all  they  borrowed  of  their  neighbors  went  out  as soon  as  it  came  into  the  room.
       "Possibly  your  fire  may  burn!"  said  the  stepmother.
       So  they  took  the  skull  into  the  room,  and  the  burning eyes  looked  into  the  stepmother's  and  the  daughters' and  singed  their  eyes  out.  Wherever  they  went,  they could  not  escape  it,  for  the  eyes  followed  them  everywhere, and  in  the  morning  they  were  all  burned  to cinders.  Vasilisa  alone  was  left  alive.
       Then  Vasilisa  buried  the  skull  in  the  earth,  locked  the house  up,  and  went  into  the  town.  And  she  asked  apoor  old  woman  to  take  her  home  and  to  give  her  food until  her  father  came  back;  she  said  to  the  old  woman, "Mother,  sitting  here  idle  makes  me  feel  dull.  Go  and buy  me  some  of  the  very  best  flax;  I  should  like  to spin."
       So  the  old  woman  went  and  bought  good  flax.  Vasilisa set  herself  to  work,  and  the  work  went  merrily  along, and  the  skein  was  as  smooth  and  as  fine  as  hair,  and  when she  had  a  great  deal  of  yarn,  no  one  would  undertake the  weaving,  so  she  turned  to  her  doll,  who  said:  "Bring me  some  old  comb  from  somewhere,  some  old  spindle, some  old  shuttle,  and  some  horse  mane;  and  I  will  do it  for  you."
       Vasilisa  went  to  bed,  and  the  doll  in  that  night  made a  splendid  spinning  stool;  and  by  the  end  of  the  winter all  the  linen  had  been  woven,  and  it  was  so  fine  that  it could  be  drawn  like  a  thread  through  the  eye  of  a  needle. And  in  the  spring  they  bleached  the  linen,  and  Vasilisa said  to  the  old  mistress:  "Go  and  sell  the  cloth,  and keep  the  money  for  yourself."
       The  old  woman  saw  the  cloth  and  admired  it,  and said:  "Oh,  my  child!  nobody  except  the  Tsar  could ever  wear  such  fine  linen;  I  will  take  it  to  Court."
       The  old  woman  went  to  the  Tsar's  palace,  and  kept walking  up  and  down  in  front  of  it.
       The  Tsar  saw  her  and  said:  "Oh,  woman,  what  do you  want?"
       "Almighty  Tsar,  I  am  bringing  you  some  wonderful goods,  which  I  will  show  to  nobody  except  you."
       The  Tsar  ordered  the  old  woman  to  be  given  audience, and  as  soon  as  ever  he  had  seen  the  linen  he  admired  it very  much.  "  What  do  you  want  for  it ?"  he  asked  her.
       "It  is  priceless,  Batyushka,"  she  said;  "I  will  give it  you  as  a  present."
       And  the  Tsar  thought  it  over  and  sent  her  away  with rich  rewards.
Fair Vasilisa is brought before the Tsar.
       Now  the  Tsar  wanted  to  have  shirts  made  out  of  this same  linen,  but  he  could  not  find  any  seamstress  to  undertake the  work.  And  he  thought  for  long,  and  at  last  he sent  for  the  old  woman  again,  and  said:  "If  you  can spin  this  linen  and  weave  it,  perhaps  you  can  make  a shirt  out  of  it?"
       "I  cannot  weave  and  spin  the  linen,"  said  the  old woman;  "only  a  maiden  can  who  is  staying  with  me."
       "Well,  she  may  do  the  work."
       So  the  woman  went  home  and  told  Vasilisa  everything.
       "I  knew  that  I  should  have  to  do  the  work!" said  Vasilisa.  And  she  locked  herself  up  in  her  little  room, set  to  work,  and  never  put  her  hands  again  on  her  lap until  she  had  sewn  a  dozen  shirts.
       The  old  woman  brought  the  Tsar  the  shirts,  and Vasilisa  washed  and  combed  herself,  dressed  herself,  and sat  down  at  the  window,  and  waited.  Then  there  came a  henchman  of  the  Tsar's,  entered  the  room  and  said:
       "The  Tsar  would  fain  see  the  artist  who  has  sewn  him the  shirts,  and  he  wants  to  reward  her  with  his  own hands."
       Vasilisa  the  Fair  went  to  the  Tsar.  When  he  saw  her, he  fell  deep  in  love  with  her.  "No,  fairest  damsel;  I will  never  part  from  you.  You  must  be  my  wife."
       So  the  Tsar  took  Vasilisa,  with  her  delicate  hands,  put her  next  to  him,  and  bade  the  bells  ring  for  the  wedding.
       Vasilisa's  father  came  back  home,  and  was  rejoiced  at her  good  luck,  and  stayed  with  his  daughter.
       Vasilisa  also  took  the  old  woman  to  live  with  her,  and the  doll  ever  remained  in  her  pocket.

How to Craft a Doll Lap Desk

       This lab desk sure comes in handy when your doll is too sleepy to sit at a desk and do her school homework. However, she may just doze-off faster if she studies in bed! 
       The comfortable cushion  is made with a kitchen sponge and it's cheerful, sturdy desktop may be covered in your favorite scrapbook paper designs.

Left the top of our 18" doll's lap desk. I used a multi-striped paper for our version.
Right, the bottom of the lap desk, a sponge covered in orange felt.

 Supply List:

  • scrap cardboard
  • decorative scrapbook paper
  • white school glue
  • hot glue gun and hot glue
  • new kitchen sponge
  • one square of felt
  • dental floss
Step-by-Step Instructions:

  1.  Purchase a new, clean kitchen sponge from a Dollar store before drafting a pattern for this craft. Trace around the sponge on paper so that you know exactly how large to make the lap desk top.
  2. The desk top should extend approximately 1/4 inch over the sponge after this has been covered with felt. Give this desk top rounded corners and a handle. 
  3. Cut out your pattern and trace it onto a stiff piece of cardboard. 
  4. Cut out the cardboard and decoupage over both sides using white school glue and decorative paper.
  5. Cover the sponge entirely with the felt, tacking it down on the backside with hot glue. This is the side of the sponge that will never be seen because the desk will be glued to it, so it's o.k. if it is not perfectly neat.
  6. Hot glue the desk top to the glued side of the sponge to cover the glue work.

Left, this lap desk is made with one new sponge and a cardboard desk top with a cut handle.
Center and right, fronts and backs of different versions of our doll's lap desks. They use these
to study with in bed. Your doll can also work with a laptop computer on top of these comfy desks.

Tuesday, January 23, 2024

Dressing-Table or "Vanity" Table Ideas for A Dollhouse

Left, for a little girl's (doll) room: wreath and ribbon design.
 Right, designed for a small room. The roses are stenciled.

       Every "doll in dollville" is fond of dainty and artistic equipments, not only for her personal and home adornment, but in the little every-day appointments of her dressing-table, as well; and that this should be is but the evidence of a refined and cultivated nature, which seeks to surround itself, even in the privacy of dollhouse-life, with all that is dainty and choice, as far as the means will allow. Should the pocket-book be to a degree unlimited, the beautiful objects illustrated above give a limited idea of the many elegant, rich and artistic articles to be found in the stores devoted to such productions. What could be prettier in a daintily-decorated chamber than the richly-draped toilet-table, with its glitter and sparkle of silver and crystal appointments - its air of refinement and luxury so dear to the heart of every true feminine dolly?

Left, for a Colonial room: with chintz draperies.
Right, white scrim draperies with stenciled borders.
A good use for an antique doll mirror
and old dollhouse table.
 
       Now, while this sketch illustrates so pleasingly the luxurious and expensive side of this interesting question, there is still another view which may interest many whose desire for the beautiful, while it is restrained in a great measure by a limited purse, is just as strong and eager to seek the means to satisfy it. That daintiness and refinement may be expressed in the simple every-day appointments of a modest home is unquestionably true. A little time and judgment spent in selecting the necessary fittings of the toilet-table of the plainer sort will reward the buyer to the fullest extent, as in these grades there is great variety and wide range of price.
       To be sure, the glass is not cut crystal, neither is the finish of solid silver, but pressed glass comes in great variety of pretty and useful forms, and aluminum has the brilliancy of silver, and needs but little care to be kept bright and attractive. As a basis for the toilet-table, on which to display these dainty appointments.
       White muslin, plain or dotted, a few scraps of the cheaper quality of lace, and the introduction of a few loops and ribbons of the favorite color, with a fair proportion of the requisite taste, which is seldom missing in a refined nature, will do the rest at very small expense. We will not attempt here a detailed description as to what to do, or how it should be done, as conditions and circumstances differ widely with the individual, but will simply offer a few suggestions as a basis on which to work.
       Glue securely to the back of the table a small craft stick; at the center of this glue a second craft stick vertically so that the muslin in pleats may be attached at the top, perfectly flat and spreading out wider at the bottom, to each extreme end of the table-back, extending down in fan shape. This will give a background to add over-drapery and flounces at discretion. In the centre of this, at a convenient height, hang a small mirror, the frame of which may be covered with plush of a dainty color. Of course, the body of the table should be covered with flounced lace to the floor, and the table-top itself covered with a plush mat of the same dainty color as the frame.
       This should exactly cover the top, and be edged with a neat colored cord-binding, with tassels to match at the corners, or a full lace flounce finished at the corners with bright ribbons. Ribbons of the same color should hold in place the over-drapery of the upper part, as the taste of the fair owner shall dictate. These simple suggestions, and a fair amount of good taste, and skill in arranging, should offer opportunity for very pleasing results, and, when all is completed, the dainty appointments of the toilet artistically and neatly arranged in their places, "my lady doll" has something that has cost her but a comparatively small amount of money, and her reward for the time' and ingenuity expended will be derived from the satisfaction of possession.

A tile print design for floors or walls in a doll's house

       These tile printables may be pieced together to cover as much wall or floor space as you like. There are four colors: hot pink, golden rod, teal blue and black - all designed with white backgrounds. For personal use only folks.

printable tiles in hot pink and white

printable tiles in golden rod and white

printable tiles in teal blue and white

printable tiles in black and white

Bessie's Doll

Bessie's Doll by By Maud Montgomery

        Tommy Puffer, sauntering up the street, stopped to look at Miss Octavia's geraniums. Tommy never could help stopping to look at Miss Octavia's flowers, much as he hated Miss Octavia. Today they were certainly worth looking at. Miss Octavia had set them all out on her verandah - rows upon rows of them, overflowing down the steps in waves of blossom and color. Miss Octavia's geraniums were famous in Arundel, and she was very proud of them. But it was her garden which was really the delight of her heart. Miss Octavia always had the prettiest garden in Arundel, especially as far as annuals were concerned. Just now it was like faith - the substance of things hoped for. The poppies and nasturtiums and balsams and morning glories and sweet peas had been sown in the brown beds on the lawn, but they had not yet begun to come up.
       Tommy was still feasting his eyes on the geraniums when Miss Octavia herself came around the corner of the house. Her face darkened the minute she saw Tommy. Most people's did. Tommy had the reputation of being a very bad, mischievous boy; he was certainly very poor and ragged, and Miss Octavia disapproved of poverty and rags on principle. Nobody, she argued, not even a boy of twelve, need be poor and ragged if he is willing to work.
       "Here, you, get away out of this," she said sharply. "I'm not going to have you hanging over my palings."
       "I ain't hurting your old palings," retorted Tommy sullenly. "I was jist a-looking at the flowers."
       "Yes, and picking out the next one to throw a stone at," said Miss Octavia sarcastically. "It was you who threw that stone and broke my big scarlet geranium clear off the other day."
       "It wasn't - I never chucked a stone at your flowers," said Tommy.
       "Don't tell me any falsehoods, Tommy Puffer. It was you. Didn't I catch you firing stones at my cat a dozen times?"
       "I might have fired 'em at an old cat, but I wouldn't tech a flower," avowed Tommy boldly - brazenly, Miss Octavia thought.
       "You clear out of this or I'll make you," she said warningly.
       Tommy had had his ears boxed by Miss Octavia more than once. He had no desire to have the performance repeated, so he stuck his tongue out at Miss Octavia and then marched up the street with his hands in his pockets, whistling jauntily.
       "He's the most impudent brat I ever saw in my life," muttered Miss Octavia wrathfully. There was a standing feud between her and all the Arundel small boys, but Tommy was her special object of dislike.
Tommy's heart was full of wrath and bitterness as he marched away. He hated Miss Octavia; he wished something would happen to every one of her flowers; he knew it was Ned Williams who had thrown that stone, and he hoped Ned would throw some more and smash all the flowers. So Tommy raged along the street until he came to Mr. Blacklock's store, and in the window of it he saw something that put Miss Octavia and her disagreeable remarks quite out of his tow-colored head.
       This was nothing more or less than a doll. Now, Tommy was not a judge of dolls and did not take much interest in them, but he felt quite sure that this was a very fine one. It was so big; it was beautifully dressed in blue silk, with a ruffled blue silk hat; it had lovely long golden hair and big brown eyes and pink cheeks; and it stood right up in the showcase and held out its hands winningly.
       "Gee, ain't it a beauty!" said Tommy admiringly. "It looks 'sif it was alive, and it's as big as a baby. I must go an' bring Bessie to see it."
       Tommy at once hurried away to the shabby little street where what he called "home" was. Tommy's home was a very homeless-looking sort of place. It was the smallest, dingiest, most slatternly house on a street noted for its dingy and slatternly houses. It was occupied by a slatternly mother and a drunken father, as well as by Tommy; and neither the father nor the mother took much notice of Tommy except to scold or nag him. So it is hardly to be wondered at if Tommy was the sort of boy who was frowned upon by respectable citizens.
       But one little white blossom of pure affection bloomed in the arid desert of Tommy's existence for all that. In the preceding fall a new family had come to Arundel and moved into the tiny house next to the Puffers'. It was a small, dingy house, just like the others, but before long a great change took place in it. The new family were thrifty, industrious folks, although they were very poor. The little house was white-washed, the paling neatly mended, the bit of a yard cleaned of all its rubbish. Muslin curtains appeared in the windows, and rows of cans, with blossoming plants, adorned the sills.
       There were just three people in the Knox family - a thin little mother, who went out scrubbing and took in washing, a boy of ten, who sold newspapers and ran errands - and Bessie.
       Bessie was eight years old and walked with a crutch, but she was a smart little lassie and kept the house wonderfully neat and tidy while her mother was away. The very first time she had seen Tommy she had smiled at him sweetly and said, "Good morning." From that moment Tommy was her devoted slave. Nobody had ever spoken like that to him before; nobody had ever smiled so at him. Tommy would have given his useless little life for Bessie, and thenceforth the time he was not devising mischief he spent in bringing little pleasures into her life. It was Tommy's delight to bring that smile to her pale little face and a look of pleasure into her big, patient blue eyes. The other boys on the street tried to tease Bessie at first and shouted "Cripple!" after her when she limped out. But they soon stopped it. Tommy thrashed them all one after another for it, and Bessie was left in peace. She would have had a very lonely life if it had not been for Tommy, for she could not play with the other children. But Tommy was as good as a dozen playmates, and Bessie thought him the best boy in the world. Tommy, whatever he might be with others, was very careful to be good when he was with Bessie. He never said a rude word in her hearing, and he treated her as if she were a little princess. Miss Octavia would have been amazed beyond measure if she had seen how tender and thoughtful and kind and chivalrous that neglected urchin of a Tommy could be when he tried.
       Tommy found Bessie sitting by the kitchen window, looking dreamily out of it. For just a moment Tommy thought uneasily that Bessie was looking very pale and thin this spring.
       "Bessie, come for a walk up to Mr. Blacklock's store," he said eagerly. "There is something there I want to show you."
       "What is it?" Bessie wanted to know. But Tommy only winked mysteriously.
       "Ah, I ain't going to tell you. But it's something awful pretty. Just you wait."
       Bessie reached for her crutch and the two went up to the store, Tommy carefully suiting his steps to Bessie's slow ones. Just before they reached the store he made her shut her eyes and led her to the window.
       "Now - look!" he commanded dramatically.
       Bessie looked and Tommy was rewarded. She flushed pinkly with delight and clasped her hands in ecstasy.
       "Oh, Tommy, isn't she perfectly beautiful?" she breathed. "Oh, she's the very loveliest dolly I ever saw. Oh, Tommy!"
       "I thought you'd like her," said Tommy exultantly. "Don't you wish you had a doll like that of your very own, Bessie?"
       Bessie looked almost rebuking, as if Tommy had asked her if she wouldn't like a golden crown or a queen's palace.
       "Of course I could never have a dolly like that," she said. "She must cost an awful lot. But it's enough just to look at her. Tommy, will you bring me up here every day just to look at her?"
       "'Course," said Tommy.
       Bessie talked about the blue-silk doll all the way home and dreamed of her every night. "I'm going to call her Roselle Geraldine," she said. After that she went up to see Roselle Geraldine every day, gazing at her for long moments in silent rapture. Tommy almost grew jealous of her; he thought Bessie liked the doll better than she did him.
       "But it don't matter a bit if she does," he thought loyally, crushing down the jealousy. "If she likes to like it better than me, it's all right."
       Sometimes, though, Tommy felt uneasy. It was plain to be seen that Bessie had set her heart on that doll. And what would she do when the doll was sold, as would probably happen soon? Tommy thought Bessie would feel awful sad, and he would be responsible for it.
       What Tommy feared came to pass. One afternoon, when they went up to Mr. Blacklock's store, the doll was not in the window.
       "Oh," cried Bessie, bursting into tears, "she's gone - Roselle Geraldine is gone."
       "Perhaps she isn't sold," said Tommy comfortingly. "Maybe they only took her out of the window 'cause the blue silk would fade. I'll go in and ask."
       A minute later Tommy came out looking sober.
       "Yes, she's sold, Bessie," he said. "Mr. Blacklock sold her to a lady yesterday. Don't cry, Bessie - maybe they'll put another in the window 'fore long."
       "It won't be mine," sobbed Bessie. "It won't be Roselle Geraldine. It won't have a blue silk hat and such cunning brown eyes."
       Bessie cried quietly all the way home, and Tommy could not comfort her. He wished he had never shown her the doll in the window.
       From that day Bessie drooped, and Tommy watched her in agony. She grew paler and thinner. She was too tired to go out walking, and too tired to do the little household tasks she had delighted in. She never spoke about Roselle Geraldine, but Tommy knew she was fretting about her. Mrs. Knox could not think what ailed the child.
       "She don't take a bit of interest in nothing," she complained to Mrs. Puffer. "She don't eat enough for a bird. The doctor, he says there ain't nothing the matter with her as he can find out, but she's just pining away."
       Tommy heard this, and a queer, big lump came up in his throat. He had a horrible fear that he, Tommy Puffer, was going to cry. To prevent it he began to whistle loudly. But the whistle was a failure, very unlike the real Tommy-whistle. Bessie was sick - and it was all his fault, Tommy believed. If he had never taken her to see that hateful, blue-silk doll, she would never have got so fond of it as to be breaking her heart because it was sold.
       "If I was only rich," said Tommy miserably, "I'd buy her a cartload of dolls, all dressed in blue silk and all with brown eyes. But I can't do nothing."
       By this time Tommy had reached the paling in front of Miss Octavia's lawn, and from force of habit he stopped to look over it. But there was not much to see this time, only the little green rows and circles in the brown, well-weeded beds, and the long curves of dahlia plants, which Miss Octavia had set out a few days before. All the geraniums were carried in, and the blinds were down. Tommy knew Miss Octavia was away. He had seen her depart on the train that morning, and heard her tell a friend that she was going down to Chelton to visit her brother's folks and wouldn't be back until the next day.
       Tommy was still leaning moodily against the paling when Mrs. Jenkins and Mrs. Reid came by, and they too paused to look at the garden.
       "Dear me, how cold it is!" shivered Mrs. Reid. "There's going to be a hard frost tonight. Octavia's flowers will be nipped as sure as anything. It's a wonder she'd stay away from them overnight when her heart's so set on them."
       "Her brother's wife is sick," said Mrs. Jenkins. "We haven't had any frost this spring, and I suppose Octavia never thought of such a thing. She'll feel awful bad if her flowers get frosted, especially them dahlias. Octavia sets such store by her dahlias."
       Mrs. Jenkins and Mrs. Reid moved away, leaving Tommy by the paling. It was cold - there was going to be a hard frost - and Miss Octavia's plants and flowers would certainly be spoiled. Tommy thought he ought to be glad, but he wasn't. He was sorry - not for Miss Octavia, but for her flowers. Tommy had a queer, passionate love for flowers in his twisted little soul. It was a shame that they should be nipped - that all the glory of crimson and purple and gold hidden away in those little green rows and circles should never have a chance to blossom out royally. Tommy could never have put this thought into words, but it was there in his heart. He wished he could save the flowers. And couldn't he? Newspapers spread over the beds and tied around the dahlias would save them, Tommy knew. He had seen Miss Octavia doing it other springs. And he knew there was a big box of newspapers in a little shed in her backyard. Ned Williams had told him there was, and that the shed was never locked.
Tommy hurried home as quickly as he could and got a ball of twine out of his few treasures. Then he went back to Miss Octavia's garden.
       The next forenoon Miss Octavia got off the train at the Arundel station with a very grim face. There had been an unusually severe frost for the time of year. All along the road Miss Octavia had seen gardens frosted and spoiled. She knew what she should see when she got to her own - the dahlia stalks drooping and black and limp, the nasturtiums and balsams and poppies and pansies all withered and ruined.
       But she didn't. Instead she saw every dahlia carefully tied up in a newspaper, and over all the beds newspapers spread out and held neatly in place with pebbles. Miss Octavia flew into her garden with a radiant face. Everything was safe - nothing was spoiled.
       But who could have done it? Miss Octavia was puzzled. On one side of her lived Mrs. Kennedy, who had just moved in and, being a total stranger, would not be likely to think of Miss Octavia's flowers. On the other lived Miss Matheson, who was a "shut-in" and spent all her time on the sofa. But to Miss Matheson Miss Octavia went.
       "Rachel, do you know who covered my plants up last night?"
       Miss Matheson nodded. "Yes, it was Tommy Puffer. I saw him working away there with papers and twine. I thought you'd told him to do it."
       "For the land's sake!" ejaculated Miss Octavia. "Tommy Puffer! Well, wonders will never cease."
Miss Octavia went back to her house feeling rather ashamed of herself when she remembered how she had always treated Tommy Puffer.
"But there must be some good in the child, or he wouldn't have done this," she said to herself. "I've been real mean, but I'll make it up to him."
       Miss Octavia did not see Tommy that day, but when he passed the next morning she ran to the door and called him.
       "Tommy, Tommy Puffer, come in here!"
       Tommy came reluctantly. He didn't like Miss Octavia any better than he had, and he didn't know what she wanted of him. But Miss Octavia soon informed him without loss of words.
       "Tommy, Miss Matheson tells me that it was you who saved my flowers from the frost the other night. I'm very much obliged to you indeed. Whatever made you think of doing it?"
       "I hated to see the flowers spoiled," muttered Tommy, who was feeling more uncomfortable than he had ever felt in his life.
       "Well, it was real thoughtful of you. I'm sorry I've been so hard on you, Tommy, and I believe now you didn't break my scarlet geranium. Is there anything I can do for you - anything you'd like to have? If it's in reason I'll get it for you, just to pay my debt."
       Tommy stared at Miss Octavia with a sudden hopeful inspiration. "Oh, Miss Octavia," he cried eagerly, "will you buy a doll and give it to me?"
       "Well, for the land's sake!" ejaculated Miss Octavia, unable to believe her ears. "A doll! What on earth do you want of a doll?"
       "It's for Bessie," said Tommy eagerly. "You see, it's this way."
       Then Tommy told Miss Octavia the whole story. Miss Octavia listened silently, sometimes nodding her head. When he had finished she went out of the room and soon returned, bringing with her the very identical doll that had been in Mr. Blacklock's window.
       "I guess this is the doll," she said. "I bought it to give to a small niece of mine, but I can get another for her. You may take this to Bessie."
       It would be of no use to try to describe Bessie's joy when Tommy rushed in and put Roselle Geraldine in her arms with a breathless account of the wonderful story. But from that moment Bessie began to pick up again, and soon she was better than she had ever been and the happiest little lassie in Arundel.
       When a week had passed, Miss Octavia again called Tommy in; Tommy went more willingly this time. He had begun to like Miss Octavia.
       That lady looked him over sharply and somewhat dubiously. He was certainly very ragged and unkempt. But Miss Octavia saw what she had never noticed before - that Tommy's eyes were bright and frank, that Tommy's chin was a good chin, and that Tommy's smile had something very pleasant about it.
       "You're fond of flowers, aren't you, Tommy?" she asked.
       "You bet," was Tommy's inelegant but heartfelt answer.
       "Well," said Miss Octavia slowly, "I have a brother down at Chelton who is a florist. He wants a boy of your age to do handy jobs and run errands about his establishment, and he wants one who is fond of flowers and would like to learn the business. He asked me to recommend him one, and I promised to look out for a suitable boy. Would you like the place, Tommy? And will you promise to be a very good boy and learn to be respectable if I ask my brother to give you a trial and a chance to make something of yourself?"
       "Oh, Miss Octavia!" gasped Tommy. He wondered if he were simply having a beautiful dream.
       But it was no dream. And it was all arranged later on. No one rejoiced more heartily in Tommy's success than Bessie.
       "But I'll miss you dreadfully, Tommy," she said wistfully.
       "Oh, I'll be home every Saturday night, and we'll have Sunday together, except when I've got to go to Sunday school. 'Cause Miss Octavia says I must," said Tommy comfortingly. "And the rest of the time you'll have Roselle Geraldine."
       "Yes, I know," said Bessie, giving the blue-silk doll a fond kiss, "and she's just lovely. But she ain't as nice as you, Tommy, for all."
       Then was Tommy's cup of happiness full.

How to make boxy bunk beds for your dolls?

Left, the 3 bunk beds made using a discarded shoebox fit little dolls like Skipper, Stacie and 
Chelsea dolls. Barbie would fit in these beds too but I designed them to be included in a child
bedroom for our dolls. Right, the bunk beds are outfitted with mattress, sheets, pillows.

       The most wonderful thing about this doll bedroom craft is that it may look so very unique based upon who is crafting it. The possibilities are endless and all you really need is a box! In this version of a bunk bed craft I chose to use a shoebox. 
       You might say that crafting doll furniture using shoeboxes is one of the great American child pastimes. I rarely meet a little one who hasn't made something using a shoebox. Either he or she has made a diorama in school, a postbox for Valentines or a bed for their dolls using this common material. Shoebox crafts are as common to childhood as Playdough or lemonade.
       My modern version of this set of bunk beds includes ''holds'' for climbing into the beds instead of old-fashioned ladders and what American kid wouldn't prefer these? 

Basic supplies include a cardboard box and fabrics.
Supply List:

  • Sculpey for "holds''
  • decorative scrapbook papers
  • white school glue
  • cardboard box 
  • cotton batting
  • fabric for bed linens (felt, flannels etc...)
  • matching threads
  • additional scrap cardboard
  • acrylic paints (for details)
  • lattice flower garden woodcuts (optional, Dollar General Store)
  • hot glue
  • Mod Podge
Left the holds shaped using Sculpey oven-bake clay. Center and Right, the holds are hot-glued
to the places where ladders would ordinarily be included for the dolls to climb into bed. But,
our dolls are interested in rock climbing so I chose to use these interesting brackets instead.
 
Step-by-Step Instructions:
  1. Remove the lid from a shoebox, turn it on it's side and now you have the perfect beginning of a doll's bunk bed. I chose to make my version here for three dolls. This meant that I would need to measure the length of my shoebox minus one inch, divide that number in half and glue an additional piece of cardboard to fit neatly into the center of the interior of my shoebox. This will give our family dolls three levels for beds: one at the top, one in the middle and one at the bottom.
  2. The "minus one inch'' is the allowance I made for the lowest bed's platform at the bottom of the shoebox. I raised the lowest bed off of the very bottom of the shoebox so that the doll would not be laying directly on the floor. Cut a strip of cardboard measuring one inch wide and glue this into the box so that an additional cardboard bed may rest on top of this raised platform. 
  3. I cut additional narrow strips of cardboard to glue just beneath the second center ''bunk bed" in order to lend it support while it dried and extra strength during play.
  4. The top of the shoebox is the final and third bunk bed. For this bed you will need to cut safety rails so that dolly won't roll out of bed in the night and break her arm or something worse... My rails for the third bunk on top were cut from cardboard. I did not need to cut railing to wrap around the entire bed; I only cut enough for the one side facing out from our dollhouse walls. 
  5. I built a shallow two inch wall to wrap around one end and the back wall of the top bunk and left one side at the end of the bunk beds open so that a doll could climb up one end into the top bunk. Normally this would be where a real tri-level bunk bed would include it's longest ladder. However this is where I hot glued my Sculpey holds onto the side of the doll bed for dolls to climb instead of a ladder. 
  6. Hand sculpt small abstract shapes to mimic "holds" for the dolls. Bake these according to the directions on the side of the box, apply when cool with a hot glue gun on the flat side, paint with acrylics and seal with Mod Podge.
  7. Now comes the fun and easy part of the craft, decoupage all of the walls using decorative papers and white school glue or Mod Podge. Do not use large quantities of glue all at once or the box may become warped. The key here is to do this process slowly, allowing the glue to dry on different levels of application before adding more paper. Take your time!
  8. I glued in an additional bedrail to the edges of my doll's second bunk (center bunk) last. i had to build a shallow wall on the edge measuring 1/2 inch wide to give support to this flower bed rail cut from balsa wood. I glued the wooden rail to the front of the cardboard support. This added detail echoed the floral wall prints on the interiors of the first and second bunk walls. 
  9. After these rails dried, I painted them using acrylics.
  10. The second half of this craft involves to sewing for our bunk beds bedding. I made these doll linens by hand but you may choose to use a sewing machine with parental guidance if you are learning to sew on it. This is an excellent project for 5th and 6th graders to make and learn simple sewing techniques. First, measure the lengths and sides of each bed platform to sew mattresses. Add a 1/4 inch seams to all sides before cutting mattress fabric. If learnin to sew, you may wish to make those seams 1/2 inch instead.
  11. With right sides together, sew a straight stitch around the two longest lengths plus one end only , leaving one of the shorter ends open for stuffing the mattress with cotton batting, after you have turned the right sides out and created a pocket. Use very little stuffing for the mattresses so that by the time you have made bed pillows and blankets there is still room to slide the doll into bed!
  12. The pillows are made in the same way except much smaller. 
  13. Cut blankets from no fray fabrics like felt, flannel so that younger students may complete the bed linens quicker.
Above, I sewed simple canvas mattresses to fit into each bunk bed and then covered them with
flannel striped fabric for doll sheets. Each bunk was also given a sleeping pillow with a pillow 
case and decorative pillows too! Every interior wall was covered in floral papers.

The outside of the boxy bunks was decoupaged using faux wooden paper, white-washed in surface
design for a 'country look." The holds were also painted bright colors: teal green, hot pink, yellow
and orange, just as these are in real life.

Each doll is tucked in snug for a good night's sleep. Center, see the railing is made using lattice
flower bed brackets cut from balsa wood. I purchased these from a Dollar General and painted 
them to match the printed, white-wash wood siding. Right, there are simpler plain rails glued to
the highest bunk bed. 

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