Today when we returned a broken Christmas toy to Target (the Australian Target, not the American Target, don’t get excited for me because it is NOT EVEN CLOSE), Clover spent her store credit on MORE Polly Pocket. She has inherited Gemma’s stash so Clover is awash in Polly Pocket paraphernalia. A friend of Gemma’s even handed down some of her collection to Clover as well. The pile of impossibly small shoes alone was about ankle deep. While in the hardware aisle, I spotted a fishing tackle box on sale! Light-bulb moment. I told Clover that I would get the box for her if she promised to keep all of her Polly Pocket mess contained inside of it. She had fun sorting it all as soon as we got home.
Clover was still bringing me more tiny stuf…this is part of the mess.
Boxed and playing.
Just try to eat the tiny shoes now, Chilli dog. HA!
The only things that did not fit in the box were the big items like the house and cars. I could get the dolls in the box, but Clover decided she wanted them in a box of their own as they often go swimming with her in the bath. I agreed that it was easier than fishing them out of the rest of the accessories so they are in their own tub that we already had in the container drawer. I can’t tell you the amount of peace I feel looking at that mess all sorted.
It almost inspires me to clean the rest of the playroom. Almost.