tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562492943849422474.post6784210682948447118..comments2023-05-12T04:23:11.247-07:00Comments on the smaller adventure: VIAVRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08587075778776606065noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562492943849422474.post-59393334926907727692011-02-10T22:05:19.313-08:002011-02-10T22:05:19.313-08:00When I was six, I lived in a small Victorian house...When I was six, I lived in a small Victorian house in California. It was surrounded with thick ivy and I still have nightmares about creatures living in it, grabbing my toys and pulling them underground. I had a playroom with Holly Hobby plates hung on the wall. My favorite was the one where Holly was pouring a kitten milk. In my bedroom, I had orange, brown, and white kitten wallpaper. It bothered me that there weren't any other colors in the wallpaper, so I spent a day coloring it in with rainbow colored markers. So yes, I was obsessed with cats. I couldn't help it-- they followed me home. I made all my dolls into cats too by taping construction paper ears to their heads and drawing whiskers on them with black sharpie. <br /><br />I love your blog and will read more soon, oh Poetress!! Love-JillJill K. Sayrehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14257647452470069863noreply@blogger.com