You’re killin’ me, Smalls

Smallest child, that is.

And her very small toys.


She wanted her Shopkins colour-coded! Well, OK, and I wanted it, too. We BOTH wanted it! It seemed like such a good idea at the time!

So I built the cutest little shelves and painted them the same colour as the walls (“Pinot Noir” by PPG), and I meticulously organized the damn things by colour.

And it was so, so good.


The idea behind building her a raised play area (at the end of her custom loft bed) and an underneath play area was that she’d finally have a place to keep her many, many Shopkins and Barbies and random figurines and whatever other junk they invent to stick inside surprise packaging.

“Barbie Village” was a thing of beauty, if I do say so myself.
Clockwise from left: Daycare centre, doctor, dentist, dance studio, vet, indoor play centre.
All of this furniture was either mine or my sister’s. My favourite is the washer and dryer I got for Christmas when I was eight. The buttons are still gummy from the glitter stickers.

But you do know what they say about the best-laid plans, right?

*insert strangled scream*


I don’t even know WHERE the bloody Shopkins are! There are hundreds of dollars in stupid Shopkins somewhere in this craphole,* but I couldn’t find ONE.


* Yes, we make it clean it** every day or two.
** Then it looks like this*** again.
*** Like, immediately. FML.

2 Comments on “You’re killin’ me, Smalls

  1. Hahahahaha….this post made me laugh so hard. My daughter is exactly the same, right down to the seemingly millions of shopkins. It all looks so organized and pretty…for like 5 seconds.

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