On of my online buddies has been posting a series of nostalgic toys from the seventies on a countdown to Christmas. Yesterday, Jim posted the Fisher Price play castle.
When I was a kid I was pretty well loved and had just enough of the cool toys to be slightly spoiled. My castle was kept at Little Nanny & Grampy’s house, in the sunroom with the built-in storage benches along three walls. The left-side bin on the middle bench was the spot for My Toys. The dog slept on the middle one, occasionally jumping up next to me to investigate the lid being open.
At some point, the castle and all the pieces came to live at my house, when I was a grown-up and had two children to enjoy it and the grandparents were downsizing. They figured I could be responsible enough to keep it at that point.
Somehow the pieces did survive my children, thsoe two and the next two (although one of the horses has a broken leg) but the biggest part – the castle itself – got lost in our move around Miramichi. I am still convinced, Mom, that it is over in Michelle’s upstairs bedroom closet in the back somewhere. You may have to show her a picture to see if she recognizes it, because she may think it belongs to one of her kids (or a sibling, maybe it got moved to Dave’s old house, who knows?).
The dragon I swear I saw recently, Emma had a huge story about him and I have this urge to tear apart the house to look for him. I have an overwhelming urge to take his picture.
The other news from the weekend may seem unrelated. Meaghan is almost done the first coat of painting the kitchen. She got antsy this week over the fact I took most of the wallpaper down and left the rest, papery bits too high to reach without some serious equipment. Oh, the curse of ten foot ceilings.
At any rate, by the time she fell into bed last night, all but the most stubborn bits of paper were gone from the walls, some trim removed and some cleaning happening. We’ve cursed the guy who lived here before yet again over stupid stuff we found. Re-cutting doorways and no header, for example. It’s hard resisting the urge to rip apart most of it to re-do it, and just let the girl simply PAINT the room, darn it. It desperately needs it and a fresh look will keep both Ron and I from dismantling the whole thing for at least a year or two.
Previously, it has country-check blue and white wallpaper with a rosy 80’s beige on the ceiling and bulkheads over the white cabinets. (seen here) This in a room with no natural light until at least mid-afternoon in summer. It’s a cave on winter mornings.
Not this winter though. We have almost a whole can of paint from when we did the kitchen in the last house. The color? Yellow. A bright golden yellow we love that makes us smile.