I found these images of Victorian butcher shop dollshouses and fell in love. I just love the way it was a perfectly good toy for a child to have not one of, but many. So different to now where we are so squeamish we'd never celebrate our child's first birthday with a toy butcher shop! Killing my own meat has been such a journey for me. Perhaps if I'd had a series of these as a child, I'd take it in my stride now! :)
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