I am going to be honest with you. I wanted the Dream House when I was younger. Did I get it? NO. I had a few lucky friends with it and I was seething with envy. One friend in my neighborhood had all the hottest Barbie stuff PLUS the whole Sylvanian Families set (do you remember that? So awesome.) So maybe my girls should really be thanking my parents for denying me a slice of the dream. As soon as I decided to go ahead with this purchase, I began dreaming of all the fun
My husband wasn't on board at first. It comes with 55 pieces and is 3 feet tall. But I assured him that there is the perfect spot in their room to store this little piece of luxury property.
The more that I look at it, the more excited I become. But there are some things I must point out.
Barbie needs to get over herself.
Is this one bedroom, one bath house really a "dream house"? There is little to no counter space in the kitchen. The bedroom is barely large enough to fit the canopy style twin bed. Is an elevator necessary? Maybe it is. I guess most 3 story town homes have elevators that can barely fit a single person. Don't they?
Although I am so excited to
But then again if it makes the girls happy and brings me some heavenly peace and quiet, then maybe it really is a Dream House.
There it is. Living the dream.