Intro Line:
Not just a toy — a little home stitched with stories and stitched to stay.
The Brief:
When Rishika Reddy reached out for her niece’s first birthday, the ask was layered with love: “she’s turning one. I want to give her something she can grow into — not out of.”
She wasn’t looking for plastic or pink clichés. She wanted playtime to feel personal. Tactile. Imaginative. And above all, mindful. A gift that wouldn’t be forgotten, or worse, outgrown.
The Transformation:
We built a dollhouse — but not the kind you usually find.
This one had rooms with personalities. Every compartment crafted from a different textile scrap - saved, salvaged, and sewn into something magical. Space rockets on the ceiling. Old newspapers on the floor. Embroidery, denim, silk, and whimsy.
No room repeated. No waste wasted.
Each corner became a story waiting to be played with. A quiet celebration of textures, materials, and make-believe.
The Outcome:
The Dollhouse of Dreams isn’t just a toy. It’s a time capsule. A tactile, screen-free playground for a child to build worlds in. One room might feel like outer space. Another, like a garden. Another, a memory.
We made it to last. To be rediscovered at age 5, age 10, maybe even passed on at 30. And until then, it waits—proudly pink, wildly personal, always ready to play.