When I was four, the summer after my brother died, my mother spent her energy running around town to building supply places, asking for scraps and advice. She built me a playhouse out of hand-me-down lumber and shingle bits, with Dutch doors and a window box on the window, and cabinets and shelves inside, and wired for light (inside light and a porch light), with a mailbox a neighbor made from a big Hi-C can with a flag that *worked*!!! Power came from an extension cord run out of my brother's window. We just shut the window on the cord and it stayed that way for years. It was white with pink trim and accents.
We unplugged it when I was about 13, I think. I also raised puppies in there and had various short-lived secret clubs and for a while did my homework there. I could run record players and radios because Mom put in a plug, too.
Dad and my brothers finally tore it down when I was at college. And not because it was sagging anywhere, either; it just looked run-down.
Point being--just start building! Use what you have and ask for what you don't and if you don't know how to wire a light or make a shelf, ask somebody. It works. And I got to be part of all of the gathering and planning and building and painting.
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Date: 2005-05-28 05:11 pm (UTC)We unplugged it when I was about 13, I think. I also raised puppies in there and had various short-lived secret clubs and for a while did my homework there. I could run record players and radios because Mom put in a plug, too.
Dad and my brothers finally tore it down when I was at college. And not because it was sagging anywhere, either; it just looked run-down.
Point being--just start building! Use what you have and ask for what you don't and if you don't know how to wire a light or make a shelf, ask somebody. It works. And I got to be part of all of the gathering and planning and building and painting.
~Amanda