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.

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Build one

[amandageist.livejournal.com]

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.

~Amanda