Still new here, and its been quite a Columbus Day Weekend for me. I recently purchased a Beacon Hill Kit to assemble when the weather keeps me inside, and have been scouring internet images, this forum, Pinterest and all the other sites for inspiration. Someone on this forum, I believe it was Havanaholly, told me the kit would speak to me, but she didn't warn me that it might have an attitude!
For over a week now, it has been whispering that it wants a formal dining room. And a bigger kitchen. A walnut paneled library wouldn't hurt, either. Perhaps a even a ballroom. I've tried to ignore it, but its persistent! Snarky, even. I've tried to reason with it. It's my first kit build, I'm not ready to bash it, I'm a color within the lines, stay inside the box type of person, but this girl is trouble. She said she doesn't have a real kitchen, and that I could forget any dream of a butler's pantry, I'd be lucky to get a slightly ornate scullery. So, I decided to learn as much as I could about kit bashing, pricing plywood sheets, and bugging my husband, who is a pretty skilled carpenter, to see what he could do. Well, he took a look at the box and started grunting and mumbling about 3/16 plywood, lack of consistent grain and many other choice words that don't bear repeating here. He's always looking to lend a hand, lol. He then said we could use the Beacon Hill as a pattern and rebuild it with 3/8 birch plywood, which he seems to have a real affinity for. But then, after more grumbling, he felt it might be better to start from scratch, or buy another kit/dollhouse. Told me to start looking, because time, materials design would be my burden. So, off to the miniature races I went.
And that's when I saw it. On ebay. Giving me her Second Empire, come hither look. It worked, because I'm a sucker for all things Second Empire. My grandma's house on the north shore is Second Empire, but our ancestors tried to add some Italianite touches which were then removed in the 1950s. So its kind of a sentimental attachment. But this HOUSE! I saw fireworks! It seemed my whole life had led up to this moment, and we were destined to be together. But she lives in Iowa, and I live in New York, and long distance romances usually don't work out. And there were others who had it on their watch list, which offended me, because how could they think they had a chance at something that is rightfully mine? Galling, the audacity of strangers, no decorum whatsoever. So I contacted the seller, who has her own issues in scorning this beauty and leaving her to the mercy of strangers, but luckily I came along and saved her! I am now (or will be once she arrives safely fingers crossed) the proud owner of a Lawbre Glen Cove Villa. The seller was wonderful and we arranged shipping, which at first I was doubtful could happen, but it did!!
But now this new girl is whispering, all the way from Iowa... saying provocative things like Rococo Revival, bronze newel post lights, and stained glass windows. It's faint, and static filled, like a bad cell phone connection, but its there...