I have always known that my life in England is very different from the one I live in the Czech Republic and nothing underlines that more than sitting down and trying to recreate what has happened over there when I am here. But I cannot leave a Merry Christmas post up until Easter, which is when I shall be heading back to Bavorov, so I shall do my best to overcome the difficulties....
I have been trawling my photo collection to see what I could write about, in absentia so to speak, and have found more detailed photos of the inside of the thatched cottage, which has turned into a truly international house.
Followers of this blog may remember the intrepid team from Holland, Irmel and Bep, who tackled the thatching on this typically English cottage way back in May last year, whilst I cleaned and tidied up the plasterwork on the rest of the house and Butterfly fashioned a new chimney out of polystyrene. I did show some fairly unclear photos of the interior in that post but I thought you might like to see inside in a bit more detail.
As I said, an international house, and also one of rather mixed scale. Upstairs, which is far less interesting than the ground floor, lives a family of giant dolls, I think German, together with a rather large suite of furniture, probably from Moravia, though I have no recollection of where or when I acquired it.
I took the photos with the roof in place which makes it quite difficult to get a decent angle on the room, so apologies for that....
Though I'm pleased to say there is a cot for the baby, who is well-swaddled in good old-fashioned style. I rather think she may be a changeling, being not German, but Czech....
Meanwhile downstairs is a whole different story. One could even talk about over-crowding perhaps. The house is inhabited by no fewer than 15 dolls made of corn husks. (I must be careful not to call them "corn dollies" which are something quite different as you can see on this link). And there is not a bed in sight.
There is probably no need for one however since nearly all the dolls are very busily occupied indeed.
and some cradle rocking.
Both fireplaces are actually ashtrays and the refectory table was made almost forty years ago from the base of a date box. Scattered around the place are several of the metal pencil sharpeners we've met before in an early post.
And I couldn't resist using this very pretty thimble as an ornament, even if it is the wrong way up for a vase.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, as the old English proverb has it, so I'm pleased to see some of the children are also having some fun.
Though given where this little boy is headed, I hope he doesn't fancy himself as Jack the Giantkiller!
Just after I opened this house up for the general public to see inside, one of the local visitors came back in the afternoon, bearing another cornhusk doll - I've just spied her sitting in front of the fireplace in the room on the right.
That's one of the delights of Small Worlds - people are very generous when they spot that they have something at home that could fit into the museum. One day I shall give all these things, for which I am very grateful, a blog post of their very own.
Thank you for joining me for this first post of 2014. There has been some feverish purchasing of houses on UK Ebay in the past few weeks so watch this space for news shortly of where some of my money has been going. I hope to see you again soon; it's good to be back.