So now we're at my mother-in-law's house in southern Utah, and the kids have prevailed on my wife to get down her box of dolls. Which turns out to include this awesome set of dollhouse chairs my wife's grandmother made in the 1970s.
There's really nothing to them, and yet, they're all you need. Apparently, there was a whole set of matching furniture, including a table and sofas. But all that's left now are these chairs, and a bed [with hand-embroidered pillows and two surviving mini-afghans, not shown], modeled here by Donny Osmond.
And along with that impossibly small and choke-hazardous set of dollhouse dishes, probably made of lead, there's this little, bitty disco album, shown next to Donny's head for scale:
Donny! I had the Donny and Marie dolls, too. For some reason, though, I felt Marie should be able to bow and flip her hair like Cher, which the helmet-haired Marie doll couldn't do. I believe I got over it when presented with the gun-toting Charlie's Angels dolls. Poor Marie was never played with again. Donny, however, loved those Angels.