I love to make things. Especially for my girls. Sometimes though, I fear that all my effort is wasted. Not wasted in the fact that I didn't enjoy myself making something, but part of the enjoyment is working hard at something knowing how much someone else will love the end product. And sometimes...the clothes sewn go unworn, or refused. Sometimes the little toys are tossed and forgotten. Sometimes, there is no gasp of excitement that was expected. I told myself that maybe this wasn't going to be as great as I thought it would be, just in case my 2 days worth of effort were for nothing. But were they? I spent tireless hours recycling my garbage into small clocks and wall paintings and showers and hat stands, and really really enjoying it! I wouldn't even be finished with the current item when my mind kept going to...now what else might I have lying around that I can transform. But...THIS made item of mine is very much well loved. If only for one night, I can tell this little house is big fun...and not just for the little girls, but big ones too. I have a salt dough family baking, and has been all day. Should be done soon, and then I'll paint them. So excited! This is my recycled dollhouse.