Lego story #006: Building the Treehouse (part 2)

The hour before midnight.

When Miss S is asleep, which is pretty late these days, I open the next Treehouse bag.

I love the quiet moments of this hour. I'm focusing on one brick at a time. My mind is a still, calm lake.

But there is movement too, above the surface. Questions flit by like occasional sparrows.

As I fit pieces of trunk and branch together—soundlessly, but in my mind there's a satisfying click—I often wonder, "Why this? Why there?" The answers are revealed in time. I discover logic behind the design.

When I assemble the first octagonal room—a bedroom for the parents of this treehouse-dwelling family—a new pleasure surfaces. The pleasure of miniatures. 

I've always liked looking at miniature rooms and houses. Or even just tiny pieces of toy kitchenware, and most especially small toy food. I don't know what in our brains makes tiny things appealing. Do you?

Scissors under the bed. To ward off bad dreams, apparently.

Other items of note: Binoculars. Compass. Feather pen and ink well. Letter with red seal. Hairbrush. Yellow flower in red vase.

Besides walling up the bedroom, Bag 8 adds a handful more items: Ship-in-a-bottle. Pendulum clock. Wall mirror. Walking stick. Indoor lamp.

It takes several attempts to attach the bedroom to its designated branch. When I press one end in, the other end pops back up. As I wrangle with parts, the outdoor railings get knocked off.

But finally: There. Secure enough for now.

One room down, two to go. Next post: My favorite room.