Today at the museum, I was accessioning the contents of a dollhouse that was donated yesterday. Usually, these donations come from older people–60+ people moving into retirement homes, or even from the estates of seniors who’ve just passed away–so I assumed this dollhouse was fairly old.
Then I unwrapped a chair that was exactly like one of the chairs from the dollhouse I had as a girl. (I still have said chair, in fact, though the original dollhouse got upgraded.)
Then a trunk just like one I had/have.
And another chair to match the first.
And a stove just like the stove from my dollhouse.
Eventually, I asked how old the woman who donated the dollhouse was, and was told she was “in her 40s.”
Meaning that she’s max ten years older than me. Possibly only one or two years older.
Yeah, like I said, I feel very old now.