the dollhouse I made for my daughter which she has subsequently enhanced
Last May I converted this bookshelf thingey into a 'Barbie' house for my daughter's birthday, not foreseeing that the lofty age of 7 was suddenly too mature for Barbie. The house was promptly rechristened a 'toy house.' Much better.
This is the penthouse suite. Notice how I made a toy bed out of Don Quixote. Somewhere an English teacher's head just exploded.
The tenants on the middle floor watch 'Spirited Away' because they are cooler than you.
Not sure who lives on the bottom floor, but I'm betting they are into granny squares and the occult.