Regina

I've always loved the quiet countryside, but sometimes my farmhouse feels a little too quiet. Over the past year, I've slowly turned my dining table into an entire miniature farmstead. A little farmhouse, a barn, vegetable gardens, fences, even working lights! I've bought some pieces, built others myself, and spent countless evenings making everything just right. Of course, it's not really a model. It's a home, waiting for someone. I've been hoping to meet a lovely little Tiny gentleman who might enjoy sharing my life. Someone to fuss over, laugh with, perhaps even fall in love with. I've even made sure the farmhouse has a proper double bed! My dog, Roofus, is a big, gentle sweetheart. I'm hoping he'll befriend whoever comes to stay, though I suspect he'll be terribly jealous of all the attention. Tonight, I sit at the dining table, sipping my tea and admiring my little farmstead. Roofus snores at my feet as I gently straighten a tiny garden gate. "Oh, wouldn't it be lovely to have someone coming home to all this?" I whisper wistfully.