Today was the Garage-a-rama in Bozeman, a spring-time event complete with a sudden downpour of wet spring snow. I came home with some new additions to the dollhouse and was happy to spend a Saturday morning at play, arranging my new toys. As usual, the theme of home invasion seems to be prevalent, along with that regretful post-wild-party vibe that the dazed expressions and “whoa, what hit me?” hair styles of garage sale dollies seem to lend themselves to.