Today was supposed to be a crafty topic (something fantastic, I assure you). However, an unfortunate incident at the end of May set us back a few days. Actually, more like a week.
What happened? A storm, friends. A storm from the depths of hell.
I was sitting on the couch in the big Farmhouse (yes, the Magnolia Farmhouse!), creating more printable crafts for our dollhouses. Amanda and I share a Photoshop account, so collaborating on projects is easy. My task that day was locating clip art for a doll book we are working on.
I’d just found the perfect image when the room darkened. Had it been later in the evening, I would’ve thought nothing of it, but it was only 6:30–way too early for the sun to set.
Since there’s a window across from our dolly neighborhood, I could see what was happening outside. The sky had filled with dark clouds.
Fawn wasn’t the only one rushing out the door. Amanda and Sister also made a mad dash outside to rescue their horses. I, however, stayed right where I was: in the Farmhouse, comfy and dry. By the time the rain started, everyone was back inside. Fawn was lucky she didn’t get wet!
The rain fell hard and fast. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
Then something hard hit the window. SMACK!
A few seconds later: SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! It was hail–big hail.
I’ve read it’s safe to use a laptop during a storm (as long as it isn’t plugged in). Still, I put mine away. Better safe than sorry.
The sound of icy balls pelting the roof hurt my ears.
In the next room, the girls and their mother fretted about the car. Or was it the windows? Whatever it was, it didn’t interest me. My stuff is safe and sound in the dollhouse, which is safe and sound inside the peoples’ house (one of the many perks of being a doll–double the protection!).
At least, that’s what I thought…
At this point, the storm was fully upon us. Thunder, hail, and wind raged outside. Flashes of lightning lit up the house. I’m not sure what the humans were doing. I could hardly hear myself think much less eavesdrop on their whereabouts!
Chloe wiggled as I hugged her closer. She didn’t understand why we were hiding under a blanket–or in the bathtub. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push images from Twister out of my head. I should’ve never watched that movie!
It was a good thirty to forty minutes before the hail stopped. The wind died down soon after. As the thunder faded into the distance, I climbed out of the tub.
A human voice called out from down the hall: “Guys, we have a problem.”
I peeked around the corner just in time to see Sister run into her room, a huge bundle of towels under her arm.
Apparently, the roof had leaked and water was seeping under the baseboards in several rooms. The family spent the rest of the evening cleaning floors with mops and a wet-vac.
Thankfully, all of my stuff was fine. Well, most of it…
Okay, okay–that was a cruel joke! No, my Treehouse didn’t get blown away. It’s been dismantled by a diabolic being, also known as my girl.
After seeing too many cute pics on Instagram, she’s decided to beautify the Treehouse with some wallpaper and stained floors. I appreciate the thought, but good grief, this lady works at a snail’s pace!
Alright, I’ll stop ranting now and get back to the story (because I’m sure you’re dying to hear what happened next).
The Next Morning:
It was pitch black by the time the storm ended, so we had to wait until morning before seeing the havoc it wrecked outside. Here’s a quick glimpse of what we found:
Thankfully, the barn roof didn’t collapse, and the animals inside were all okay. A little shaken from the storm, yes, but no one was hurt.
The pretty trees on our property, however, were not so fortunate. Every single one is now leaf-less. I’m gonna miss those leaves, especially since they shaded our room from the Texas heat. I wonder if they’ll grow back before summer ends? I’ll have to ask Rosetta about that.
Well, I suppose I better bid you all adieu and sign off for now. We should have some more craft posts coming up soon (like the book I mentioned😉). I’m also thinking about doing a massive blind bag opening. I have a lot of unopened blind bags!
What would you rather see? A craft or blind bag haul?