The Real Dollhouse Poets of Pink Plasticity

Real Dollhouse Poet:

Kolleen Carney Hoepfner



I’ve wanted to build a dollhouse for several years now. I’ve pretty much asked for one every year for the past decade but they’re incredibly big and expensive so I’ve never received one.

I’m in my local Buy nothing group and along with giving you can ask for things too. I made a post admitting it was a long shot but if anyone had a dollhouse kit they gave up on that I would be grateful for it.

A woman told me she was almost certain she had one her husband began building before they have kids and then never went back to it. Their oldest is 34 so it’s old as heck. She said I was more than welcome to it.

I went to pick it up and then posted in the group thanking her and inviting anyone who wanted to follow along on my progress to visit my FB where my posts would be public. I then received a message from her daughter asking if she minded if I added her as a friend.

What the woman who gifted me this amazing white whale of a house didn’t tell me is that her husband died suddenly in 2016 and never got a chance to go back to it. I was so touched by this information and am determined to make it beautiful.

(The above are some cute miniatures Kolleen has selected for her dollhouse.  You can follow the progress of this dollhouse at Kolleen’s dollhouse blog In Every Dollhouse A Heartache.)



Real Dollhouse Poet:

Kailey Tedesco

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The Dollhouse:


When I was around six or seven, my grandmother bought a dollhouse kit and asked if I’d like to help her build it. I remember her constructing the house itself while I painted tiny wooden plates and upholstered miniature sofas. We took many trips to A.C. Moore to pick out miniatures that would be difficult for us to DIY. I loved playing with and decorating the house so much that she eventually let me take it home. 

My family ended up moving a couple of times, and the dollhouse sadly got shuffled to our basement during my teen years. I remember my grandma coming to visit and asking if she could give it to my younger cousin. I said yes, but I was always a little sad about letting it go. 


For years, I thought it was gone forever. My cousin grew up and I wasn’t sure what she decided to do with it. About a year ago, my grandma told me it was in her shed and I could have it again if I wanted it. Of course, I said yes. She tore out the carpet for me and put in hardwood flooring. She also gave me her blessing to “play Lizzie Borden” with it because the green color and layout sort of resembles the Lizzie Borden B&B in Fall River, MA. My grandma, who is a very devout Cathlolic, doesn’t always understand my interest in all things witchy and macabre, but every now and then our interests overlap. Our love of miniatures is one of those interests, and a fascination with Lizzie Borden is another. I’m happy to have this house back and I’m looking forward to adding some more spooky details to it as I go. I already added a seance room in the attic! 

I love that, like a real home you’ve moved from and then returned to, this small house contains so many memories. I don’t get to see my grandma much now, so it’s especially nice to have this little home we built together with me in my own home.