My first free day (one of four before the convention) is part work, part frivolity. Spent the first part of the morning working on Crispin #5. And then, after a late and heavy breakfast at the touristy Cracker Barrel, I was off in search of the Museum of Miniature Houses.
Now, I never had a dollhouse as a child. I was not terribly into dolls (see this blog post and scroll down to find me) but I loved depictions of things, diaramas and tableauxs in museums, and creating my own little houses in Lego and lighting them with the help of my brother's electrical expertise. Anyone remember Mott's Miniatures at Knott's Berry Farm in the '60s? Love that stuff! It's the details, is what it is. If there is a moustrap, there is a tiny mouse nearby. A Toby jug on a shelf. A window latch. A cat watching a birdcage.
There is an example in the museum of a woman who rebuilt her childhood home in miniature. I realize that if I were to recreate my current house I'd have to fashion little tiny dust bunnies and scoot them under the bed along with the overflowing laundry hamper. No one wants to see that.
I arrived at Carmel in the Art & Design District and there was a jazz group playing in the park.
All through the town, these sculptures popped up. Yes, that's a sculpture of a man on a bench reading a paper. And this one, too.
Isn't that wild?
This is in the Museum of Miniature Houses. Wait! There's more!
Here is a person in a dollhouse looking at another dollhouse. And who knows? Maybe there is another person inside that dollhouse, looking at another dollhouse, and another, and another...
Here's a really cool miniature museum.
A neat little town. Then it's back to work for me. I've got to get some sort of outline done as I've even confused myself with this new twisty plot! I did accomplish something this morning, however. I managed to complete Crispin's timeline, assuming we have many more books ahead. Crispin's got a lot of stuff to do!
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