Always a treat on the inside, my Fowl-Playhouses take me back to my childhood. I put a lot of time, thought and creative energy into gathering stuff (found object assemblage!) and designing my Saturday set-ups.
I remember coveting Sucrets tins, threadless spools, an empty pink jeweled cosmetic container, forgotten thimbles, discarded bottle-caps and tiny hand-sewn pillows stuffed with cottonballs. Attaching fabric and photos to the walls of boxes ... turning them into Marlo Thomas's " That Girl" apartment; I was making dioramas before I knew the word.
Creating simple Tammy & Barbie doll clothing using left-over fabric scraps, seam tape, lacy handkerchiefs, cutting rectangles and patiently sewing on snaps---all before stick-on Velcro made it easier for my own daughter, that was all play for me. After I finished the long engrossing set-up, I'm not sure how much time I actually devoted to the imaginative moving-characters-around part, but I sure loved the selection and placement process which still rings true today.
It makes me wonder about my own kids ... what are they doing today that will stick with them (or haunt them) years down the road?