The serious packing begins. The reality of a move, that will begin in 3 days, requires boxes...and more boxes...

 ...and still...more are needed. 

 *Grammy has more books and tea sets and teapots than realized....and so many more tiny treasures* 

The farm table is filled....patiently and silently, Grammy's beloved tick tock clock waits...a picnic basket provides a temporary haven for all the miniature friends, and the fresh hydrangeas begin to wilt..it is time....

for all of these things to make an empty house a home.

Our *home* is in the boxes...for now, but .... 

in 3 days, these boxes of *home* will enter a tiny house...

and transform it into a cozy cottage....Rose Water Cottage.

Stopping for a break, after a little package arrives...(yes...another book)...I pick up my knitting needles...and pause for a bit, to re-aquaint myself with the darling story of Stuart Little.

  

He was such a dear friend, when I was a girl....in a new school...a new library...with a kindred Librarian, perceptive of an awkward little girl's interests...named Mrs. Beasley. 

She kept that most popular doll, bearing her very name, in a cradle next to her desk. I had received the gift of this same doll a few months earlier, for my 10th birthday....before the move to another city ...another state...another school.  Mrs. Beasley, the librarian, was my new best friend.

She introduced me to Stuart Little, Charlotte's Web, The Borrowers, and Laura Ingalls Wilder's, The Long Winter. 

The next Christmas, I requested a rocking chair for my doll....as Mrs. Beasley always sat in a rocker...

and Santa brought a gift that would follow this little girl ...all the way to her home as a Grammy...

This cherry sewing rocker is finally reunited with its friend who has spent many a year in a box,  in an attic.
They will help make Grammy's cottage a home...in 3 days.

Midst the packing, and errands, and appointments...we return home, and there, another package awaits...
bearing the name of our dearest new friend Penny...from Angelsdoor...
Ahhhh!!! This means just one thing ....Bebe...our sweet little Bebe,  has arrived!

Scout bounces and sniffs with anticipation, for she has heard Grammy speak of this sweet little mouse, who traveled to Paris....in such a fine frock...and fascinator, to match...

The bubbles found inside, assure us of safe travels...

...and oh, how precious, were her accommodations...

Mistress Penny, spared no expense...making sure she arrived in great "Parisian" style...
Her luggage is the most exquisite, I have ever seen....


And she was sure to tell Miss Bebe, that a passport is a very special thing....providing passage abroad...and home again.....


Such love...at first sight...

"Bonjour, mon petit chou-chou."  ....
**translated~"Hello,  my little cabbage."  ....a french term of affection....

I begin to chuckle, and laugh, and squeal....does she not have the most darling little expression?
My friends....I am in love!
    Je T'aime...Mademoiselle!

In a tiny little box she traveled...and now, a breath of fresh air...
an introduction to Husband.... and back inside she hops...into the softest batting...
for she is ever so anxious to arrive at her final destination..
.... a sweet cottage of pink...
where she...and we.... shall be....

Dearest Penny(of Angelsdoor), who crafted this wee little thing, and my dearest Anita(of Castles, Crowns, and Cottages), who had the vision of her being, I THANK YOU ....from the bottom of my mousie-loving heart!

She will always remind me of one fanciful weekend in Paris...and new friends, who God placed at a DIVINE appointment.
Bon Soir, Mes Amies...
Bisous!!