I blame this ornament.
Mom bought this for me in 1985. It even says so on the bottom. I spent hours, literally hours, sticking my eye up to the little rooms and pretending like I lived in there. Never, in my whole life, not even when I topped my heaviest weight and couldn't snap the button on my fat-pants, did I long to be tiny like I did at that moment. I wanted to crawl through the front window, put my feet up in that little mauve chair and never come out.
Mom always made sure to hang this ornament on the very front of the tree near the bottom where I could stand and stare at it, turning it over and over in my hands.
The white tree lights would shine through the mini-windows, creating a magical light inside. I was always enthralled with the fact that there was a teeny tiny dollhouse within my teeny tiny dollhouse ornament.
It would be years later before I knew that this was a flocked bottle brush tree, or that I could fully appreciate the minuscule wall paper accent walls. But even at the age of 5, I knew first love when I saw it. I loved everything about house and home then, and I love it now. I think it's safe to say that this is the ornament that started it all. Where did it start for you?