Pimp my barbie dream house

The last Picture is how the house came. Winnie got the house from Santa three or four years ago. The only thing she wanted was the pink plastic Barbie doll house and Santa screwed up.
Santa thought bigger and less breakable was better. Santa was wrong. She didn't pitch a fit, but it was her first experience in Santa not always coming through the way you think he will.

The main problem was no staircase and the painted furniture on the walls, "why would they paint furniture when you are going to put the furniture in?"

...And really, it can't be because you can't afford it -- if you can spare the bill for this hunk of pressboard, I would hope you could part with another $15 or so for a room set.

I've thought of painting it before, but yesterday I became possessed after a flood of creative ideas.

I was just going to paint the rooms, but it was going fast so I went to Wal-mart for some carpet type items and found many marvelous goodies -- all in perfect coordinating colors to what I was working on.

The lower level green room has yet to have spots painted on the wall. I'm also going to make a much desired spiral staircase, but if I never got to it I think we would be okay.

Love that glue gun.