My mother introduced me to the world of twelfth scale miniatures when I was a young teen, having just discovered a love for it herself. She came home from a dollhouse fair one day with a panoply of tiny treasures, from tea cups to turkey platters, and I was instantly hooked.
We lived on the North shore of Montreal at the time, and hobby/craft stores were few and far between. So, the only way to get our fill—of inspiration or shopping—was by going to the annual MEM show in the spring.
Now that I’m living in England, I can technically visit a miniature fair every weekend if I wanted. And that’s exactly what I did last Friday: Vibrating with excitement, I took the train to London for the popular Kensington Dollshouse Festival.
The Sporadic Pen 