I love dollhouses and miniatures. There, I said it. Not cool, I know, I know. I bought dollhouse furniture at a store called The Wee Wreath as a kid, even though I had no dollhouse to put it in. I've foisted dollhouses and tiny dolls and tiny furniture on my children all their lives, even when they could have choked on them. I believe my compulsion to constantly rearrange furniture is rooted in dollhouse mania.
Today, I saw a photo essay in the New York Times about a collector of modern dollhouses. Suddenly, dollhouse collecting looks very cool and grown up without going to the "nutty old lady with dolls" extreme. It could totally be my hobby, but I know I would be obsessed and then I'd have no time for my life-size family or actual home, or blogging. At least blogging is free - and it takes up no space - and it never needs dusting.