It was not meant to be

[pegkerr]

I got all excited when I saw this lovely little playhouse in the newspaper.



Not in pink, probably, but they also carry it in white, cream, tan, clay, brown, grey and blue. Hey, Memorial Day sale. Maybe we can get a deal. So I called the store.

Um, no. 6' x 8' without the porch is $2,000.00.

6' x 8' with the porch is $2,600.00.

I am very glad I didn't show the pictures to the girls and get their hopes up. As it was, it was bad enough that I got my own heart broken.

(Oh, they would have loved it so . . .)

Anyone have any idea on where I could get a nice playhouse that a mere mortal could afford? One that doesn't cost as much as a used car?

Edited to add: Rob has been promising to build one for years. But I know my husband, and I know that Mr. Procrastinator will never never never do so. It makes me kinda mad that he has been stringing the girls along on promises, and I don't want him to do that anymore. I want to get something for them this year--they're getting old enough that they wouldn't enjoy it much longer. I certainly don't have time or energy to attempt something like this myself when I'm clueless as to how to do it.

Edited to add again:: My neighbor found this site, which has the house available as a ready to assemble kit. Cuts the cost, but not enough.

Comments

[sternel.livejournal.com]

My parents used to get gigantic cardboard boxes for us, the kind refrigerators and washing machines come in. Dad would cut out window shutters and we'd take our crayons and design our own houses in them. Wallpaper, carpets, curtains, the works. And we'd play in it for a week and then it would rain and the box would melt and they would get a new one and we'd make a new house. It was great.

(And when we got sick of house? We'd put it on its end, slither in through the window on the side, and call it a rocket ship. I have visited most of the solar system, Vulcan, Alpha Centuri... =D)

[aerden.livejournal.com]

You rock! I used to like playing in old boxes, too. :)

Chantal

[aome.livejournal.com]

My dad did this too - painted flowers on the side, used a cardboard half-gallon milk carton as a chimney (painted bricks on a piece of paper, then glued/taped it to the carton, arched the box flaps up to make a roof, cut a square hole and stuck the 'chimney' in), cut in doors and windows, etc. I played with mine inside, so there wasn't the 'melt in the rain' problem, but making a new one all the time would be fun, too.

My mother's playhouse solution (which Fiona is, alas, probably too big for already) was to make a close-fitting floor-length tablecloth (tailored to fit straight down all four corners of our kitchen table), with a door and window. So - my 'playhouse' was under the kitchen table. Still have it, for our girls, now. Unfortunately, it fits our old (smaller) kitchen table, which is currently disassembled in our storage cubbyhole, and we don't really have a good place to put it at the moment.