As we were on way over to Sweden, my little "O" kept asking me, that since we were staying on a horse farm if it would be possible to have his very own horse to ride wherever he wanted. He had visions of riding into town to pick up some bread or just hanging out with friends.
For the life of me I couldn't figure out how he got these ideas in his head. Why would he think he could go riding a horse all over the place? Forget the fact that he's never ridden a horse in his life.
It wasn't until we visited a very special friend who harbors a horse in her living room that I figured out where he got the idea that Swedes are riding horses and living with them in their homes, as friends of course.
~Welcome to Ville Ville Kulla, the home of Pippi Longstockings.
Our friend Pippi. When I was young I use to put wire in my braids to make them look like this. If I would of had a Pippi wig it would have been my "look" for sure.
Ville Ville Kulla, home of Pippi Longstockings.
Footprints on the ceiling. My eldest daughter actually did this when she was younger. I kept asking her how she got her footprints on the ceiling. I later discovered that she had been doing handstands on her bed with her shoes on. I might had that she is a very tall girl.
Here it is.....the famous horse in the salon.
And some indoor clotheslines.
This house is filled with so many fun and imaginative things. I liked the way we got out of the house and that was down a very long slide.
I think our tree-house should have this exit strategy don't you?
