The Cake Shop

Hi all,

I wanted to share my decorated and set up JP cake shop. This has to be one of my favourite buildings. It is just so charming. I have a complete in-box set but I’ve replaced and swapped a lot of accessories around, most significantly the cake in the window. I didn’t like the old version and I LOVE the new version (from the new release cake shop). My favourite addition is the kitchen utensil rack which luckily fits nicely where I imagined it would go.

There are still some things I want to do to it such as lace curtains and a lace tablecloth but if I waited til my projects were 100% finished I’d never post ANY photos haha. There’s always something more to do.

Welcome to the Willowtree Gully Cake Shop! It is run by the Keats family.

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Best friends Nicole Maces and Rebecca Periwinkle love to save up their pocket money and come here for the amazing high tea. Rebecca is hoping to have her birthday party here this year; her mother and father have said she can if she does all her chores and works extra hard at her homework.

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They love to sit on the front terrace where they can watch pastry chef Rosetti Keats make his amazing cakes and pastries. He’s always deeply absorbed in his work.

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Rosetti keeps his kitchen spick and span. There are always several projects on the go at once, and he is forever trying out new techniques to achieve the glossiest glaze, the flakiest pastry, or the lightest meringue.

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While her hubby is busy in the kitchen, Bronte Keats runs the shop. She loves keeping all the delicious cakes and pastries displayed beautifully, and always has friendly smile and a happy word for her customers. Her little girl really wants to be like Mummy one day, so Mummy made her a special matching outfit to wear when they’re at the shop. She is still a little too shy to talk to the customers.

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Delia Doughty and her daughter Karen have dropped by to find a special cake for Gordon’s birthday. Before they go in they stop to admire the amazing tiered wedding cake in the window display. Karen can’t believe her eyes – it’s bigger than her!!

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The shop is always chock full of amazing delicacies. Every shelf and counter is covered with the most amazing creations and the air is filled with all sorts of enticing aromas. There’s nothing like one of Bronte’s delicious freshly brewed coffee to go with a slice of cake.


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Delia and Karen spend an enjoyable few minutes admiring all the items on display. In the end, of course, they decide on Gordon’s absolute favourite – Rosetti’s famous chocolate mud cake.

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Karen can’t wait to see her Dad’s face when he opens the parcel!

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Oakwood Manor and the Wildwoods

Hi all,

I finally finished wallpapering my beautiful Oakwood Manor and I wanted to share photos of how I’ve set it up. I haven’t yet finished the curtains but that will take me months or years to get to probably so I didn’t want to wait. In my village it is home to the Wildwood Family. This is not really a story, just a little peek into their lives. 🙂

NB: I know technically this is “House on the Hill” but I prefer the name Oakwood Manor. 😉

Let’s go and visit the Wildwood Family and see what they are up to on this fine spring morning. The Wildwoods have lived in Oakwood Manor for generations.

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Herb Wildwood is taking advantage of the gorgeous day and having a working bee in the garden. Some of the other fathers in the village have come over to help him get his garden all spruced up and shipshape. They have a great time working together. The babies adore “helping” their daddies in the garden. Herbage Dappledawn can’t figure out why his count of the carrot harvest always seems to be wrong!

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Rusty Wildwood isn’t so sure about the garden work. He has been “getting ready” in the bathroom for a while now!

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Baby Juniper prefers just to play in the peace and quiet of the baby’s room, right at the top of the house. She can play for hours and hours with her toys, making up the most amazing adventures as she goes. Her absolute favourite is the train set, it belonged to her granddaddy when he was little!

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Here is the rest of the attic room. It is full of soft snoring at night-time. The siblings love sharing a room.

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In a quick break from gardening, Herb dashed up to the laundry room on the landing to press his handkerchief. “A man should always carry a freshly pressed handkerchief” he said to himself. Ginger thinks that Herb secretly enjoys the ironing.

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This is the main bedroom that Herb and Ginger share, and is kept as neat as a pin. The wallpaper is Ginger’s favourite part of the whole room.

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This morning grandmother Flora is chatting with her grand-daughters in the living/dining room and listening to the wireless. Holly loves a glass of fresh orange juice with her lunch.

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Grandfather Smokey is in the study/music room. This is his favourite spot in the whole world. He writes his letters to the newspaper at the heirloom roll-top desk, listens to his favourite records on the gramophone, and sometimes (when nobody is watching) he likes to practice his putting. Sometimes Flora will join him and sing along when he plays on the piano. See here for their love story. 😉

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Ginger Wildwood is busy in her cosy kitchen. She loves having people over (and especially loves a tidy garden!).

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In the afternoon Ginger brings some of her famous home-made lemonade to the garden to say thankyou to the hard workers.

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Thankyou for reading. 🙂 I think Oakwood Manor is my favourite building of all time. I absolutely love the master bedroom wallpaper – it seems so daggy-Brit. 🙂

These photos were actually REALLY technically difficult for me. It was very hard to get even lighting in the rooms without dark shadows being cast, and everything I wanted in focus. I could have really used a professional flash softbox! I was just about pulling my hair out but I got there in the end!


The Toymaker

Tucked away in the woods to the south of Willowtree Gully, there was a little cottage. It belonged to Edward Mulberry. Every morning Edward waited on his porch for his delivery of fresh milk. He always waved a cheery hello to Mr Webster the milkman. Edward was Mr Webster’s favourite customer, they always had a very friendly chat.

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Edward’s one-room cottage was small and quiet, and just as he liked it. He was a raccoon who enjoyed the simpler things in life.

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Every morning after his milk was delivered he would sit down to breakfast. Edward’s mother always told him it was the most important meal of the day and he’d never forgotten that! He’d often get deeply absorbed in the most recent edition of the DIY magazines he subscribed to, and would sometimes find that his tea had turned cold before he had a chance to drink it!

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After breakfast he would wash at his washstand. This was an antique passed down from Great-Great-Grandpa Mulberry and Edward always took great care of it.

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Then he would don his favourite green apron, ready to face the day.

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Edward had always loved making things with his hands. He had a special talent for it. When he was little he could always be found busily making dolls for his sister Mae, for he was a very kind and caring brother. These days he was never happier than when at his workbench. He would spend hours there every day, putting the finishing touches on the special toys he made, and perfecting new techniques.

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Edward didn’t particularly enjoy going out and about in the village (for he was rather a shy raccoon), but once a month he would gather his courage and set off to the toy shop his sister Mae now owned, laden down with his creations.

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Mae was always very happy to see Edward, she loved her brother very much. And the toys he brought for her were always so beautiful! Other toy shop owners from far-away villages would travel to see their famous toys, and at Christmas time there’d often be a line around the block for the Mulberry Toy Shop.

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Edward would always stop for a cup of tea whilst at the shop, and listen to his sister chat about her husband and children. Sometimes he had a strange feeling that they were being watched, but then he’d shake his head and tell himself to stop being fanciful.

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Yes, Edward was a very happy raccoon indeed. He hummed a little tune to himself as he set off again for his cottage in the woods.

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The End


Just a short, simple story today. I was originally just going to take some photos of the Toymaker’s Cottage which I have just finished but then things took on a life of their own!

The Toymaker was one of my first sets and still one of my favourites. It is so incredibly detailed, it really is a work of art! I always felt Edward deserved his own place, it felt very wrong having his gorgeous workbench just stuck in the middle of a shelf. So now he has his own place, I am very happy. 🙂

The Toymaker’s Cottage is my first real customisation. I fiddled around with the Post Office a little but this was my first “new” project. I am not confident enough yet to build something from scratch so I used the conservatory as the cottage. I had lots of fun doing the posters and curtains (even the pizza box… it is a bachelor pad after all!). I’m still learning.

Thankyou for reading.


Making Up For Lost Time – A Valentine’s Story

This story was inspired by some absolutely beautiful Wildwood Rabbit Grandparents I bought, which were mint in box. I can only imagine how long these bunnies were waiting in the box. Bloem made a comment which inspired this story, which happily is very much in the spirit of Valentine’s Day.

The story is dedicated to my hubby, for he is my Smokey.

One beautiful spring morning in Willowtree Gully, something new was stirring. A gentle rustling sound came from within two mysterious boxes in the woods.


Inside one box Flora Wildwood was coming out of a deep, peaceful slumber.


She opened her eyes, blinked and stretched her arms. “Where am I?” she thought to herself.


She tried to look around but, strangely, everything was very blurry. Feeling gingerly around her, she came across a pair of spectacles, and tried them on. She could see clearly!


“How strange”, she thought. “I’ve never needed glasses before!”

Flora heard a familiar grunting and mumbling coming from somewhere nearby. She smiled, it was her husband Smokey.

“Smokey!” she called. “Where ARE you?? Where am I??”

“I’m coming dear!” came his gruff voice. “I’ll…. OOF…. be there in a … ouch… jiffy!”

After much grunting and muttering, the cover came off Flora’s box, and suddenly above her was a very familiar face indeed.


“Hello Flora” smiled Smokey.

“Eeeeeeek!” squealed Flora. “What’s happened to your face?! What’s going on? Help me out of this box!”

Smokey lent a gallant hand to help Flora out of the box.


They stared at each other.


“Smokey…. you’re….. you’re…. OLD!!!” gasped Flora in shock. “How long were we asleep for?”

“I’m sorry to tell you Flora… but you… umm,” started Smokey carefully. “Er… … perhaps you should look in this mirror”. And he held up a special gilt mirror. Flora peered fearfully into it and saw that she too had grown old.


“I think”, Smokey mused in his careful way, “that we must have been asleep for about 30 years”.

“30 YEARS??” gasped Flora. “Oh Smokey… all that wasted time. All those lost years.” She stroked his face and then started crying.


“There, there dear”, said Smokey and he patted Flora on the back. “Dry those tears. We’re here now. And from where I’m standing – it looks pretty fantastic”. And he winked at his wife as he passed her a tissue.


“Oh Smokey,” giggled Flora through her tears. “You were always a cheeky rascal”.

“Come on”, said Smokey. “Buck up. Let’s make the most of where we are. We have an awful lot of years to make up for. Let’s live every moment! What do you say, my love?”

“Why of course! I can’t think of anything more wonderful”, smiled Flora.


And they were very true to their plan. From then on, Flora and Smokey made the most of every day. They were always seeking out new adventures and making special memories together.

They loved taking picnics in the woods and at their favourite spot by the lake, under the shade of an apple tree. (Village rumours whispered it was here that Smokey proposed to Flora all those years ago).


They were always looking for fun and adventure! Flora and Smokey gave each other the courage to try new things, even when they were a bit scared to do so.

“Aieeeeeeeeee!” squealed Flora in delight as she finally had a go on the famous village swing. “I am flying as high as the tree tops!!”


Flora and Smokey taught each other all the special skills they could think of. It was lots of fun learning new things together.


Even when things often went a little wrong! “What are you chuckling about, my dear?” enquired Smokey.


They went EVERYWHERE together.


And on beautiful spring days they would always be seen out and about around Willowtree Gully.


When all the adventuring became a bit too much, Flora and Smokey never passed up the chance for a lovely nap. Napping was their second favourite past-time, after adventuring.


When they weren’t going on adventures, learning new things, or taking lovely naps, Flora and Smokey surrounded themselves with their loving family. Things could get very loud and busy when the grandchildren came around but they wouldn’t have it any other way! (This usually led to more napping).


Every Friday evening they would have dinner at their favourite restaurant on the village square and dance the night away under the starlight. The village legend is that one day they danced until dawn broke, and didn’t even seem to notice that the sun had risen and the musicians had fallen asleep.


So, in this vivacious and sprightly way, interspersed with the invaluable naps, Flora and Smokey more than made up for lost time. They lived a whole lifetime in each day, and never missed an opportunity to appreciate the beauty in the world.

And… of course… they lived happily ever after.


The End

Grandad Spilled The Tea

Another old post from the forum. I’m trying to have them here too. This was when I first got my doctor’s clinic, just playing around. 🙂 I have plans for a more involved story now that we have a doctor in the village.

I call it “Grandad Spilled The Tea”. :lol: Fortunately Nurse Periwinkle is very capable at dressing burns.

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The New Shop

This story was posted back in December on the forum. I’ve just moved it here too –

Hi guys, here’s a little story I just whipped up quickly this arvo with screaming children all around me (mine!). Nothing very involved but I was just celebrating my new family and shop I got for Christmas. :) I had intended to include my new Toymaker set too but had to simplify things as the children deteriorated (fellow parents will know what I mean – it’s the day after Christmas after all).

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A new Toy Shop has opened in the village! It is run by Mr and Mrs Mulberry. Mrs Mulberry’s brother Edward makes all the toys for the shop in his workshop.

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One day Andrew Woodbrook was passing by with his baby boy, Ethan. Mrs Woodbrook had sent them out for some bread from the bakery… she needed a moment’s peace and a lie down. Ethan pointed excitedly at the shop and said “Gah!!”. Andrew smiled and said “Okay boofhead, we’ll go inside and have a look, just for a minute”.

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When they went inside they stared in amazement at all the beautiful toys laid out. There was even a play area for the littlies!

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Ethan wriggled down and off he went! Andrew chuckled indulgently.

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“Wheeeee!” Ethan was soon having a grand old time. Andrew thought perhaps picking up something small while they were there couldn’t hurt…

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Andrew introduced himself to Mae Mulberry and welcomed her to the village. They had a very pleasant chat about the weather, and Mrs Mulberry promised to drop around for a cup of tea to meet Mrs Woodbrook one day soon.

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“Okay Ethan, it’s time to go home”, said Andrew. Ethan finished scribbling on the chalk board and toddled over to his father.
Andrew looked about the toy store. Everything was just so darn cute…. Ethan had been a very good boy after all….

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“Yaaaaaaay!!” squealed Ethan.
“Oh dear,” thought Andrew. “How on earth am I going to explain this to Aubrey??”

The Trouble With Kids


Clive Billabong was in a great mood as he hurried along the path. Today was the first day of summer holidays! He was looking forward to many long, lazy days hanging out with his best mates. Today he was meeting his pals Daniel Fielding and Bryon Underwood.


“Hi guys,” said Clive.

“Yay, you made it!” said Daniel.

They had found the perfect spot to spend the day, in a cosy, quiet little lane. Daniel had even managed to pilfer some of his Mum’s sandwiches and muffins, and Bryon had brought his Dad’s radio.


What a great chance to catch up on the latest comic books. They were soon in a good-natured argument about who would win in a battle between Spider-Man and Superman!

And Byron managed to find a fabulous serial on the radio – The Day The Earth Stood Still!


Suddenly the boys heard a rustling of curtains in the clinic next to them. Nurse Periwinkle’s head popped up in the window.

“Who’s that making so much racket out there?” she said. “I have sick patients in here who need their rest!”


Nurse Periwinkle came out the door of her clinic, brandishing a needle she had just been using.

“Oh it’s just you boys”, she said.


She was about to tell them they could stay if they kept the noise down but the boys took one look at the needle she was waving about and made off down the street! They weren’t waiting around to see what she was going to do with that!

“Rats”! cried the boys as they ran down the street. “Where can we go now!?”


Meanwhile over at the Trunks’ house, Ivor Trunk was VERY excited, and just a little bit nervous. He’d been practising his magic act after school for weeks. Now it was finally the school holidays and he’d get to show all his friends what he could do! He couldn’t wait to see their amazed faces!


HIs friends were all gathered in his living room… it was time for the show to begin.


“Ladies and gentlemen,” bellowed Ivor “…and babies! Welcome to the most incredible, most amazing, most gobsmacking, most jawdropping magic show in the whole world! Prepare to be amazed as I pull a rabbit out of this ordinary hat!”

His audience was transfixed.


But just at the moment of his big reveal DISASTER struck. His mother bustled into the room with the vacuum cleaner, scattering the children everywhere and completely ruining the moment.

“Muuuuuuum!” cried Ivor. “My Magic Show!!”

“Oh sorry dear,” murmured his Mother. “Your Granny is coming over for tea, you’d better scoot off and do your show somewhere else”.

“But… where?” asked Ivor. But his Mother had already gone off to iron the napkins. She always got a bit funny when Granny was coming to visit.


That very same afternoon, whilst Ivor was recovering from his big disappointment, the babies of Mulberry Woods were very happy. They had finally found the perfect climbing frame! It was brightly coloured, perfect size for climbing on, and it even made a charming bell-like sound every now and then. The babies were having a grand old time.


“Oh!” cried a startled Beatrix Underwood. “I need to make a phone call! Shoo babies, shooo”.

The babies climbed down and very sadly crawled away. Where could they climb now?

That night the villagers of Mulberry Woods held an emergency town meeting. The children were meant to be sound asleep but one by one they sneaked out of their beds and followed the grown-ups to the mayor’s house.

“Lift me up so I can see what’s happening!” said Ellie Trunk. The others looked at each other doubtfully but did as she asked. Baden Renard even managed to stifle his grunts and groans, for he was a polite young fox.


Ellie listened. She heard the grown-ups talking.

“…these kids are in our hair all the time…”

“….something must be done….”

“…we can’t go on like this, they’ll need to find somewhere else to play…”


“Oh no!” Ellie gasped.

She climbed down and told the others of the grownups’ plan to get rid of all the village children. The children all looked at each other in shock. Tearfully they slowly made their way back to their homes and climbed into their beds.

The next week passed quietly. VERY quietly in fact. Strangely, the grown-ups were almost never around. They all left early in the morning and arrived home just on dinner time, dirty and exhausted! The village children couldn’t understand what was going on, but they didn’t want to bother their parents by asking – they played as quietly as they could, remembering the town meeting.


A full week of this strange behaviour passed. Then, one morning the children woke up to empty houses! The grownups were already gone. The children each had a little envelope left for them to find beside their bed. Inside the envelope was a map! The children were extremely puzzled but they each dutifully set out from their house and followed their maps.


Following their maps, the village children all met each other at the entrance to the Deep Woods.

“Did you get a map too?!” they asked each other in amazement. “Where are our Mothers and Fathers?” they wondered.

“Well, there’s nothing for it but to keep going,” said Clive. “Let’s go into the Woods”.

He was a brave little fellow.


And so the children went. They all followed behind Clive Billabong into the Deep Woods.


The path was winding. None of them had ever been this far inside the Woods before.


They were nearing the end of the path.

“This way!” yelled Clive, excitedly. “I think I see a clearing! And… there’s something there…!” They could all see something peeking above the trees.

They ran through the trees and came out into a large clearing and saw…


“SURPRISE!” yelled the grown-ups. The children were astonished. In front of them was the most amazing Adventure Treehouse! They stared open-mouthed, their eyes agog.

“Do you like it?” asked Darcy Fielding, as he put the finishing touches on a ladder.

“We’ve been working on it all week!” said Savannah Trunk happily.

“You children deserve somewhere special to play,” said Benjamin Underwood, polishing the railing.

At this the children overcame their shock and they all ran squealing to the Treehouse!


“Catch me Dad!” squeaked Helen Fielding as she raced down the slide.


“Come on up, son,” said Banjo Billabong, “the view is fine from up here”.


“Higher Dad, HIGHER!” sang Bess Underwood as her Mother cheered her on.


Savannah Trunk laid out a delicious picnic for her family. Her husband Hugo Trunk was the local school master. He couldn’t miss an opportunity to quote his favourite playwright. He cleared his throat.

“After all children, we don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”