Cestina's Revenge!

Or even better - Bomber's Pomsta.   Isn't "pomsta" a wonderful word?   I was enchanted to find from some Czech visitors that it is the Czech for "revenge".   I was trying to explain to them, as they struggled with the pronunciation,  why I had so meanly named my 1914 department store "Gosthwaites of Aberystwyth". 

"It's in return" I explained, "for all the impossibly tricky Czech words I have had to master over the past years.   Words such as střevíčky, křtění, pryskyřice,  překližka and lichořeřišnice...." The ř sound is one of the trickiest to get your tongue round - apparently it is exclusive to Czech. In this short clip you can not only hear it, but also gather some of the delights of an inflected language where the nouns change according to their role in a sentence.  

It's a fair exchange though -  the English "th" is a pit into which many non-native speakers of the language fall; if you then add a "w" or two, which in most other languages is pronounced as a "v", the pomsta is complete.

But enough of that and on to the creation of Gosthwaites itself. This will be another two-parter. The exterior today, and the interior to follow shortly. I bought the house about two years ago, for £8 on ebay. That was a lucky month - it was about then I also acquired the Essex Haul.

Friends kindly collected it for me and as we manoeuvred it from one car to the other bits began to fall off. This was a sign of things to come - the construction had not been well done and as I worked on it intermittently over the two years since its acquisition, more bits came adrift, the windows disintegrated, the front opening doors caused endless problems and hinged roof was a disaster.

But as soon as I saw the house, despite all its flaws, I knew at once that it was destined to become a department store. In fact I see that I even labelled the two first photos "Future department store"......



I think it's a homemade house, from a plan that must have been commercially available, because I have seen at least one identical house on ebay. Maybe someone recognises it?




One of the first things to fall off was the triangular bit in front of the hinged roof.  

Since the roof folded back far better without it, I was happy to leave it off. The next thing I removed were those silly door knockers......

The staircase was easily removable, as was the wall partition on the ground floor. To begin with I had dreams of a central staircase, dividing into two directions on the first floor but in the end the tricky logistics won and I decided that it would in any case be far more fun to have to have a working lift.

You may remember my post entitled "Unhinged" (the title of which caused all sorts of problems when being put into Czech. Puns don't translate well....) This was one of the two houses causing all the problems. Deciding to leave the solution to my Dutch friend Irmel - she of the thatching skills - was definitely the right choice. I had spent considerable time trying to make the large external doors hang properly - the centre one was supposed to fold back onto the lefthand one - and reattach the roof with more than just the two mini hinges that were supposedly holding it.


She took one look at the construction and said that we needed to join the two doors together, and that a piano hinge would be no use for the roof since there was nothing to screw it into. Many tiny panel pins were involved in joining the doors - the piece of wood looked as bit as if it had measles but a coat of paint soon dealt with that.

She considered the problem of the roof for a while - it was essential that it should open easily since I needed to put at least two departments up there - and remembered that she had once seen strong leather strips used where hinges could not be attached. No sooner said than done. In my store cupboard was a bag full of leather remnants, gathered in the dim and distant past from a skip in Soho, and we found a long enough strip to attach with strong glue and more panel pins. No photo I am afraid but the roof has been opened many times during the course of the summer and the leather is holding up just fine.

Before Irmel arrived I had removed the doors completely and had two large holes cut, taking out the small bottom windows so that I could install shop windows instead. Jean Nisbett's delightful book Dolls' House Shops, Cafes and Restaurants features a department store based in a house very like this one and the windows are a straight lift from her book.

I am the first to admit that I am not a precision worker. In fact "bodger" would be a far more accurate description. I see fairly clearly what I want to achieve but have not got the patience for painstaking measuring and preparing. I should have learned by now that taking shortcuts is often the longest way round to achieving what one wants but hey - old habits die hard, if they die at all!  Every Alexander Technique teacher (which is what I am in another life) knows that.

This style of working explains why cutting the acrylic sheets to cover the houses last summer was so challenging for me. (After rereading that blogpost I am not sure whether to be pleased or annoyed to be able to report that I have now removed almost all the protective coverings from the houses since the Czech visitors are so well behaved, even the smallest of them, that they have proved unneccessary....)

Making the display windows for the shop is a prime example of the pitfalls of this way of working. In fairness to me, it also did not help that the carpenter who had cut the holes had managed to create two different-sized gaps neither of which was completely straight.

I intended to use foamboard, also known as foamcore, since one can cut it with a craft knife or scissors and in theory is much easier to work with than wood.

 Fortunately I had some rolls of the same wallpaper as the house was covered in so I glued it on and then cut holes in it for the windows.

I then used one of my favourite materials - coffee stirrers quietly borrowed from ferries, hospitals, supermarket cafes etc to make the window frames - in the photo you can see one of the miniaturists most essential tools in action - clothes pegs. And that's a kebab stick poking out of the top of the glue bottle.

Note the ragged edges of the foamboard. It's nonsense to say it always cuts smoothly. Not when I have anything to do with it. However eventually the windows were finished and I presented them up to the house.

But how to put pressure on them whilst they were gluing - particularly since those rough edges meant an uneven fit and the house was too heavy to lay on its back? Where there's a will, there is always a way - I am delighted to report that sideways pressure works too.....  

I then realised I also needed an entrance door with glass panels in it. The one the house came with was a solid wood panelled door but being very stingy I decided to reuse it. After digging away at it for what seemed like an eternity I finally achieved something not unreasonable.

At least it fitted in the space properly - in fact I still haven't got around to hinging it although Gosthwaites has been open for custom for some time already.....

Meanwhile, inside, all the old paper coving and flooring had been removed and part of the staircase moved to the back for those customers who might be lift-phobic. Fortunately the walls did not need repainting - by now I was desperate to get on with filling the store with luxury goods for sale - but it did need some flooring. That was easily solved by a quick visit to the local copy shop for some A3 copies of black and white tiles found on line. They went in all over the shop. I should say at this point that pattern matching is another of my bugbears...

So now all that remained was to cut a hole for the planned lift. A handy cigar box of the right size was to form the basis for this and the lift decoration was in the capable hands of Butterfly thank goodness. I reminisced to her about the golden lifts in Selfridges I could remember from my childhood and asked her politely to produce something along those lines. In the meantime I thought I could cut the holes through the two floors. Hmmm.......

In the end it was very fortunate that Anna Šlesinger, the doll lady, was visiting with her husband. I dragged him away from his furniture-restoring task at Butterfly's workstation and implored him to have a go at accessing the almost impossible angles needed to saw the holes. "Had I known what you would need " he said plaintively at one point, "I would have brought the right tools for this job..."

In the end he was successful - diky moc Jiři- and Butterfly had somewhere to place her much-gilded salute to the golden days of Selfridges. But more of that next time - if I give you the link to her post describing it then too much of the interior of Gosthwaites will be revealed before we are ready to open.

So I will just leave you with a picture of how the store looked when we opened Small Worlds to the public in June this year - incomplete, but well on its way to opening.

You will notice that those blessed doors still don't hang properly!

Thank you for reading along so far. I shall try to complete this saga next week - I now realise why it has been so tricky to pull together. The development has been happening over several months which means that the photos are scattered all over the place and need much hunting down. Next time I shall produce a folder into which to tuck an on-going project.

But do join me again soon for the really fun part of creating a department store - deciding what to sell and how to display it.

A sylvan interlude....

I am struggling mightily with the writing of a blogpost about the development of Aberystwyth's famous 1914 department store, Gosthwaites.

So rather than make you wait even longer for an update from Small Worlds and its UK branch, I thought I would bring you up to date about the fate of the many little animals I introduced into my home about this time last year.

But before I do that, just a word about how I left Small Worlds on 19th October.   That departure is of course my excuse for not having updated the blog since then - first of all driving across Germany with two delightful stays en route, and then the return to England where I have to relearn how to live here.   

One difficulty I had not anticipated is returning to a home that is still fairly new to me.   Butterfly is not yet back from New York where she is coming to the end of her day job as a text and voice coach on Tamburlaine.   I could find nothing in the house - I spent the first few days muttering "I am sure we had x..." but could I locate it?   No.    

That has now passed, thank goodness; Butterfly's return is imminent and the last few days have meant completing the unpacking so that she can actually get into the house with her luggage.


The final events in Small Worlds were the Farmers' Market on 18th October, which always brings in many visitors, and the setting up of the new window display which will of course have to stay in place until I return there in late April next year.

We had around 60 visitors between 8am and noon on the 18th.   Lovely to see so many people but very hard work for my young helper and me.   Quite a few visitors dropped by to bring gifts and say farewell for the winter which was a delightful surprise.  I was all talked out by the end of the morning!

But then there was the window display to set up.   In preparation for this I had been cajoling friends who had come to stay during the summer months to try their hand(s) at 3D jigsaws of buildings.   Have you ever tried these?   Once you have, a flat jigsaw will never provide the same level of challenge! But there is a great sense of achievement when you finally, and after much cursing, behold the completed building in front of you.   Just take a look here for example.....

By the end of the summer, courtesy of Diana and Janet, Lynda and Sheila, I had amassed no fewer than 7 of these constructions - a Normandy farmhouse, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, a Breton house, a row of houses in Bavaria, a Norman church, a lighthouse with adjoining accommodation and largest of all, Camelot.   

I was left to complete Camelot myself after friend Sheila had returned to England.  She had moved onto it believing it would prove easier than the lighthouse, which gave rise to more cursing than all the others put together....

She was probably right about Camelot because otherwise I would not have been able to do it since I am spatially challenged. It therefore took me quite a while to work out that the printed diagrams were all back to front.   Grrrr.

You can see six of the seven on my dining table since as you can see photographing them in the window itself gives a rather surreal effect.....

The setting up involved much shouting through the glass of "a little to the left; no that's too much..." by more friends, this time Jana and Ondrej from Prague.   


In the end we achieved quite an impressive display.....but whether any of my friends will ever visit me again is another matter.

As a bonus there is a surprise Christmas offering in the smaller window which will be revealed at the appropriate time by another Jana who has been left with a set of keys to Small Worlds so that she can go in and play if she feels like it.

So back to the Sylvan interlude.   Some of you will remember last year a surprising number of furry creatures snuck into our new home.   They moved with alacrity into the Art Deco Triang which I had been fortunate enough to acquire after years of searching for one I could afford.   Some concern was expressed by readers that the animals were to be evicted when the house went to the Czech Republic......

I am pleased to report that, despite my failure to acquire additional accommodation for them in the form of a caravan as I had hoped, they are well and happy and in fact a model of how to live in peace with members of other species - a salutary example to us humans!   

The last time you saw some of them was in this post but since then my granddaughter has been very busy. 




Summer is ruling in Sylvialand, despite the cold winds outside.    

She has given the house a nursery extension,

installed decking...... 










.....and invited the entire population to join in a garden party, hosted, I believe, by the Rabbit family.

The baker's shop is doing a roaring trade 

  










as is the Sylvanian equivalent of Small Worlds 








And the youngest Sylvanians are having the time of their lives

Unfortunately the Meercat grandparents have got lost en route to the party, probably because grandfather's spectacles refuse to stay on his nose, but keep dropping onto the floor of the car.

And meanwhile, back in Small Worlds, the Art Deco Triang has a new family installed - you may remember the Caco family were evicted from the patisserie  to make room for the one who had previously lived in the Opera Singer's House?







The Cacos spent some time hunting for new accommodation....... 






but when my granddaughter visited Small Worlds in late August she came to their rescue and, as you can see from the final series of photos, they are now much enjoying their new home.....(and yes I do know there are not enough bedrooms or indeed beds....)

I hope you have enjoyed this interlude;  I shall now return to my struggles with Gosthwaites and I hope to see you again in the not too distant future.   Thank you for following thus far....

"Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs"

Well, of worms anyway.   And come to think of it I hope that I can also talk of the epitaphs and graves of said worms.   (I thought I would take a leaf out of Butterfly's book and quote Shakespeare on this fine autumn day.   There seems to be very little he did not cover, including the dreaded task of woodworming a dolls house.   It's all in how you interpret the quotes.....)

I was very excited when, at some point last year, I found this 1930s house on English ebay.  

It did get a brief mention part way through this post but I don't think that I ever reported that I removed it from storage during my brief visit to the UK in June this year and since then it has been sitting in the garage here, still in its wrappings, and waiting for the second coat of woodworm killer.   

Nearly every week this summer I could be heard muttering "I must do that house" but nothing happened.

At several points since I paid for it the thought has crossed my mind that it is proving more trouble than it is worth.   I had difficulty contacting the seller to arrange collection; a friend living in Cumbria kindly agreed to collect it for me and when contact was finally made with the seller, just before the deadline set by ebay for raising a dispute, it proved to be much bigger than I had realised.   It barely fitted in her car and because she and her husband didn't realise all those openings latch firmly into place, some of them almost parted company with the house during transport.

Then when she and I met, halfway between Herts and Cumbria - and what better place to meet than here to effect the exchange? - we almost couldn't get it into my car.

So to discover, when I took off the blankets in which it was swathed, and looked at it more carefully, that it was riddled with woodworm holes, was almost the final straw.   Not a mention of them in the ebay description.   But by then it was too late to do anything about it.   I don't really think the seller could have missed them though!   




You can even see them with the naked eye in the photo - and that's just a tiny sample of them. 





But it is a lovely house, and although the thought of unwrapping it from its giant plastic covers and re-treating it has been weighing heavily on my mind, I am delighted to report that when I did get round to it this afternoon, I fell in love with it all over again.   The reason I spotted it on ebay in the first place is that it reminded me of the house we left, after forty happy years, exactly this time last year.   

Butterfly doesn't agree that it resembles Morley House, but my granddaughter does! 






I took the opportunity of the unwrapping, and the gloriously sunny day, to do what I had forgotten to do before encasing it in plastic last April, which is to take some photos.   Because I would very much welcome some ideas about its provenance.   It seems to me that it is probably based on a real house - one could actually move around it as one would in the real world.   Delightful - but it makes it very hard to brush woodworm killer all over it.   As far as I can tell, the front does not open at all, unless I am missing some secret catches somewhere.

The back, on the other hand, opens fully but with individual "doors" for each room.

The windows and interior doors all open beautifully, although some windows have missing glass.                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

The glass in the top of the bay windows is etched. 

There are two features which particularly delight me - there are built-in cupboards in both of the bedrooms..... 

 ...and there is a hatch through from one of the front rooms to the kitchen (no door into the kitchen though....) 




The second shot is taken through the hatch....

Another nice feature are the two little rooms on each corner at the back.  

One is a kadibudka, a delightful Czech word I have learned since opening Small Worlds, and the other I guess is for storage.

There is a garage, complete with ramp, and steps up to the front door.   The ramp and steps can be seen getting special treatment, along with parts of the kadibudka and a stray section of the side wall. 



There are fireplaces in each of the four rooms, three of them tiled....

And for once there are more chimney pots than fireplaces - there must be an early gas boiler somewhere around! 

Whilst I do think this may be based on a real house, I do not know very much about the early Hobbies houses.   It did cross my mind that this could be one of them,  so I am hoping for some information from the knowledgeable members of the Dolls Houses Past and Present website.   I certainly recognise some of the wallpaper - and I am not sure that I can live with it.  

But since this is a house I want to keep in its original condition as far as possible I think the rooms with the brown wallpaper - I hate brown and orange - will have the "wallpaper pasted onto card and slid into place over the original" trick played on them.   Information on the papers used would be very welcome.

The roof is papered as one can see from the photo of the chimney pots, but the house walls are painted and the brickwork been drawn on - a tedious and precise task to undertake.   

Endearingly, the "grouting" for the upper part of the walls is white and that below, black. 

Other nice touches include a working door knocker, proper windowsills, some panelled interior doors and built-in curtain pole supports.....

Covering the entire surface of the house with woodworm killer, inside and out earlier today, made me very aware of its size.   It's four foot long, by nearly two foot high and 31 inches deep.   I was hugely relieved when I unwrapped it not to find any trace of dead woodworm beetles - I know from having had to have experts in to look at my fullsize house this summer, that they would have made an appearance around June.   Also no sign of fresh frass.   So I am crossing my fingers that all the holes were made many years ago and that both treatments were just precautionary.

The house has now been well wrapped up again until I get back to the Czech Republic in late spring - I set off for England at the end of this week - so I will leave you with a photo of it cosily tucked up for hibernation.......

and I look forward to seeing you again very soon.

This year I have managed to take many photos in Small Worlds so that I can continue to blog whilst away. As always, my thanks to you for following my adventures.

PS  I have no idea at all what to do with the house once it is out of quarantine. Those of you following the blog will know that Small Worlds is already as full as it can be.

Ah well, I guess something will occur to me, fortunately it usually does!