Don't you just love a playhouse?

I have such fond memories of the playhouse in the barn at my grandparent's house...my little mailbox (with a daily letter from Grandma in it), the braided rug and rocking chair, the spice tins (with small amounts of spices and herbs left in the bottom of each), oatmeal boxes, the doll cradle...oh, the memories! Even the smell of that little playhouse remains burned in my memory.  It was such a happy place, and many, many childhood days were spent in there.  I have always wanted to create a space like that for my little ones, and the opportunity finally presented itself.  A little, unused shed, next to my gardening shed, was just begging to be turned into a playhouse, so this past weekend, spider webs were brushed down; the floor was swept; curtains were hung, and bits and bobs were added to roughly furnish a kitchen. Hubby hung an old mailbox that he found, and a window box with nasturtiums and marigolds added a bit of cottage charm.  It is a work in progress, and I will continue to search for and save things to be added to the "pantry" shelf.  The Littles, I know, will be more than willing to add touches of their own as well. I do hope that they grow to love this little space, create many memories, and find as much solace and contentment in it as I did in mine.