I like my levels method for holiday decorating–slowly filling vignettes of our home with festive delight little by little until it’s done–but Mama Hedgehog? She just goes for it. She’s like BAM! Level 10 in one day because Sister does not mess around with levels when she has 52 hedgehog mouths to feed.
I’ll admit I may have started this dollhouse hobby this year simply so I could decorate it for Christmas. Oh wait. I forgot. This dollhouse is for Nella. Yes, let’s go with that. All of this was a giant sacrifice of time and labor just for her.
When it came time to start thinking about how the dollhouse would transform into a festive explosion of glorious hedgehog holiday spirit, I was on it–googling 1:12 scale wreaths and mantel garland. The thing is, this dollhouse hobby has kind of become a thing this year for many creative people (hence why I’m following way too many miniature accounts), and there’s a major market for dollhouse furniture and decor now–and it ain’t cheap, especially considering these are tiny objects no one is actually going to use. So I had to get creative. Find the inexpensive stuff. Improvise. Which I did, and it turned out just as festive as I had hoped.
I can’t help but laugh at the process of my tragic fall into the dollhouse abyss this year though. From the outside, it’s quite comical, evident by my attempt to photograph the dollhouse a couple weeks ago once it was decorated.
“Can you help me carry this dollhouse outside?” I asked Brett. “I’m doing a photo shoot of the rooms, and I need some natural light.”
He doesn’t even flinch anymore. I think he was desensitized after the three weeks I sat at the dining room table sawing tiny crown molding to size with a serrated kitchen knife and asking him to come look to see if the kitchen wallpaper was “too busy” for the imaginary people who lived in it.
So Brett and I hauled the dollhouse outside, super careful to keep our ends level so that the objects inside didn’t start falling. The tiny red alarm clock the size of a tic tac fell off the dresser, and Brett noted, “Oops, alarm clock fell!” as if what was happening was completely normal.
Once the dollhouse was set up in the driveway with good light, I hunched over it, rearranging furniture and making things perfect while neighbors walked their dogs beside me so it looked like a grownass woman was ignoring her children inside while she played with a dollhouse in the driveway. Because a grownass woman was ignoring her children inside while she played with a dollhouse in the driveway. I started shooting the rooms which requires some very interesting body positions to get the right shot. I was curled into a pretzel with my head half inside the dollhouse living room. I was lying on my stomach with my camera shoved into the kitchen. Our neighbor across the street actually walked up our driveway during this, looked down at what was happening and said, “Whatcha doin?” When I nonchalantly answered back, “Doing a photo shoot of my dollhouse” as if it was an ordinary household task, HE DIDN’T EVEN FLINCH.
“Cool, where’s Brett?” he asked. Have they all been desensitized? Is it just now an accepted fact in our neighborhood that I am the weirdo? Maybe it was last time he walked up my driveway and asked what I was doing and I answered, “Oh nothing, just trying to blend the right shade of yellow for Big Bird in this chalk drawing of the Sesame Street characters I’ve been working on for the past 40 minutes while my kids tear my house apart inside.”
That said, this little project has been so much fun, and decorating the house for Christmas was the icing on the cake.
Please note: My favorite Christmas movie, The Family Stone, is playing on the Hedgehog T.V.
Please also note appropriate holiday literature:
…and the fact that I cut the head off a deer ornament to make this:
Cookies fresh out of the oven.
…and teeny tiny glass ornaments.
That’s about the extent of dollhouse-specific items I bought. The rest was crafted from “evergreen” pipe cleaners…
A bag of miniature wreaths and bottle brush trees…
…some glitter-dusted windows made from Shrinky Dink sheets:
…and lots of images shrunk and printed.
And the bathroom is the perfect glowy retreat for Mrs. Hedgehog in the evening after a day of wrapping and baking.
While editing pictures, I was like “Dammit, I should have propped that toss pillow up before I took the photo. Shoot, there’s fuzz on the floor I didn’t catch.” I got caught in the Instagram perfection trap over A MINIATURE HOUSE THAT NO ONE LIVES IN.
But most important…LOOK! The 2019 Holiday Bucket List ready to go in the Hedgehog home! Three checks already!
Get your 2019 holiday bucket list and so much more holiday goodness (52 pages of holiday activities and crafts, recipes and printables, traditions and more in the Once Upon a Holiday PDF! All the details here!
And now it’s time for me to catch up to Mrs. Hedgehog.
If you’re interested in falling down the dollhouse rabbit hole in 2020 and want to pass it off as “for the kids” this holiday, this is the dollhouse we purchased (and it’s priced on Amazon for $30 less than what I paid!)