This green house I happened upon reminds me of the dollhouse I used to adore when I was a child...

It seemed lavish, monumental, almost intimidating, I would often think to myself as I imagined the house I would one day want to occupy like my dolls did their mansion. Afraid to open and close the plastic doors in fear of waking or disturbing my most cherished possessions or being too eager and knocking the fragile entrance off its hinges. But now I get why my mother would hide coins within the structure, behind rooms and walls for me to find; sometimes it's good to open the door, maybe even break it down in hopes that we can look and maybe even find what's been hiding inside all along...

The vintage hunt often brings me back here...