Looking around my dollhouse it is not hard to find pieces of childhood laying around. Cutesy barrettes, Little Little Golden Books, pink bows, all make me quite nostalgic...
Speaking of nostalgia...this carousel horse is from the Santa Monica Pier. Opened in 1916, each horse is hand carved, rising and falling to the sound of an automated band organ. The moorish architecture provides an enchanting and magical feel.
No comments:
Post a Comment