Answer:
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
My first keeps time, my second spends time, my whole tells time.
What is bought by the yard by is worn by the foot?
What is lighter than what it is made of?