This the house where all the tiny pieces of paper go.
You’ve seen them.
The pieces of paper that show up when tiny hands wielding scissors cut and cut (and cut) to create masterpieces of all shapes and sizes..
At first there were just a few pieces of tiny paper. Then they called their neighbors and they all came to visit.
Soon the pieces of paper were organizing supper clubs and PTO meetings and bridal showers and whatever else they do when they all get together.
It was too much.
They needed their own house.
The house wasn’t always theirs, you know.
The house started out as a beauty shop for the previous owner.
So it became an art house.
I love the excitement that is produced from a $2.00 bag of stickers from the dollar store.
I love freshly-sharpened crayons and a blank slate.
I love that pipecleaners become people and glitter makes even the humble construction paper into something special and that playdough comes in 31 flavors.
I am happy that it all has its own residence.