When I was 12, I made a dollhouse. It was a 4-H project, taught by my friend Colleen's mom. We each built a basic house out of wood during the first meeting, then spent the rest of our meetings making furniture and other things to fill the house.
I certainly wasn't playing with dolls at age 12 (I didn't play with dolls even at the age when everyone else was), but I was obsessed with miniatures. I loved making itty-bitty things. I spent massive amounts of my free time making smaller versions of stuff. (I am still in love with miniatures. Remember the results from my Etsy Taste Test?)
While cleaning out my childhood closet, I came across some of the furniture from my old dollhouse. And I have to say, the 40-year old me is TOTALLY impressed with the 12-year old me! Here's a fireplace I made from construction paper, white glue, and gravel.
I love this vanity. I built the base with scraps from my dad's woodshop and scavenged the switchplate cover and screws from the garage. (Remind me to do a post sometime about my amazingly talented dad who takes DIY to extremes. Suffice it to say that his garage and shop are well-stocked with whatever a 12-year old trying to build miniatures could need.)
The faucet is the top from a mechanical pencil! I feel strange praising myself, but... awesome job, 12-year old Cindy!
Here's my dining room table and chairs.
I spent a long time sculpting teensy food out of Fimo. This is all that remains. I'm not sure why this family keeps a popsicle on their tablecloth though.
Two buttons glued together make a cake stand.
And there was a vase that coordinated with each room.
Great. Now I'm in the mood to make miniatures! I do NOT need another craft right now!