My Thoughts on Blaire Wilson, GOTY 2019

Happy New Year! I hope you all had a great one and aren’t too exhausted today. I did stay up late (nothing new there), but I wasn’t celebrating, just making peppermint bark with my mom. We ended up denting our rolling pin and wooden island from whacking the frozen chocolate to break it up . . . whoops?

Anyway, the New Year always brings a brand new Girl of the Year doll. I didn’t hunt for any leaked images or information this year, so Blaire Wilson was a complete surprise to me. Keep reading for my thoughts and opinions of 2019’s Girl of the Year!

Blaire Doll & Book

First impression: She’s honestly super cute! I love love love her dress; it gives off relaxed early summer vibes, and I wouldn’t mind wearing something like that myself.

Story-wise, I’m not too impressed. Blaire lives on a farm in New York where she helps her family run their inn and restaurant — and, get this, her hobby is cooking. That’s great and all, but Grace Thomas, GOTY 2015, was also all about food. This is just like having a dancer GOTY in 2014 (Isabelle) and then another one in 2017 (Gabriella). There are so many unique interests they could have picked for Blaire, and it just seems like a waste to make another chef so soon.

She’s diagnosed with lactose intolerance in the first book, and I am here for that! I also can’t eat dairy products without getting sick, and I’m glad that it’s being brought up. Maybe having lactose intolerance as a part of Blaire’s story will help readers with the same problem realize what’s going on. I didn’t know what was wrong with me until high school, when I read about dairy intolerance online, and I wish I had figured it out earlier.

Blaire’s Accessories

As far as accessory sets go, this isn’t anything too special, but I do think the color scheme is gorgeous. Apparently she uses the pink tablet to run her food blog, and I might have squealed when I read that. Lea had a travel blog, now Blaire has a food blog — it makes me think that American Girl has realized that a lot of their fans are bloggers and are trying to appeal to them. That makes me happy. :)

The Gardening Outfit is the CUTEST thing omg. I’d genuinely consider buying it. I love short overalls (I actually own a pair for myself), and I can see myself mixing and matching that with a bunch of clothes from my doll collection. Overalls might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I live in a fairly redneck area, so this set is definitely my thing.

I feel like the clothes in Blaire’s collection are a bit more grown up than previous GOTYs. Less neons and busy patterns, more pastels and simple designs. And I’m living for it, honestly. I don’t hate any of her pieces so far.

Garden Accessories

My dad and I are both gardeners, and neither of us ever wear aprons or gloves while digging through the dirt. So while this set is adorable, it doesn’t seem practical, and the different patterns and color schemes on the apron and gloves clash.

Blaire’s Garden

As someone who grew up weeding in our garden and gathering chicken eggs, this set makes my heart happy. The plants are surprisingly realistic, don’t you think? Not sure about that chicken, though. It looks like it’s in need of a haircut.

I wouldn’t have guessed that the piglet was a piglet??

I’m happy to see that American Girl is continuing to branch out and give their GOTYs more unconventional pets!

I really appreciate the muted colors in her collection and how put together everything is. I think these larger sets will appeal to the target audience by being fun to play with, but will also catch the eye of older fans thanks to the aesthetics.

Overall, I adore Blaire Wilson’s collection: the colors and clothing designs are beautiful. Not sure about her story yet, but I hope it’s better than the synopsis of her first book makes it sound! And while I don’t plan on purchasing Blaire herself, I’m hoping that a few of her outfits will find their way into my dolls’ closet sometime.

What’s your opinion on Blaire Wilson? Is there anything in her collection that you’d love to have?

xo
Loren

P.S. A Doll-op of AG is hosting the Paisley Awards this year, and I’d love it if you’d vote for me! You can nominate your favorite doll blogs here.

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Merry Christmas from Happy House of AG

My dolls wish you all a merry Christmas!

This is the first family photo I’ve taken since late 2014 . . . my little family has grown from seven girls to fifteen. wack.

It’s not even noon when I’m writing this and some bad things have already happened. For example, I burnt some of the French Toast I was making for breakfast (it was delicious anyway). And I figured out that the pictures in this post that I spent all of yesterday working on are blurry. It took a lot of editing to make them presentable, and they’re still not as clear as I hoped. I had way more pictures of Ivy that I wanted to share, but it would take so long to edit them all that I’m not sure it’s worth it.

Maybe I’m begin dramatic, but I think there’s something wrong with my camera. (Again.)

But good things have happened too, so I guess that balances it out. My mom bought me a few books that I really wanted to read, and I found out that I can go on a band trip to Boston (!!) in the spring. And I’m going to my grandparent’s house tonight for Christmas dinner and more presents. I’m planning on wearing my dress from homecoming. It’s short, teal, and has off-the-shoulder sleeves. I adore it and I’m happy to have a chance to wear it again.

My mom picked out this tiny lantern as a gift for my dolls! It’s the only doll-related thing I got this year, but that’s OK. I mostly got books instead.

I didn’t have time to put together a Christmas special this year, but if you’re in the mood for some festive reading, feel free to go through all my past holiday posts by clicking here.

I hope everyone who celebrates it has a good Christmas, and for those who don’t, have a great day and enjoy winter break!

Did anyone get a new doll for Christmas?  

xo
Loren

L’automne | AGPS

Me: *gets one (1) cold day*
Me: time to do an autumn photoshoot!!


I finally had time to work on posts thanks to a four day weekend caused by hurricane-induced flooding! Isn’t that fun?

I took these pictures of Samantha by the dogwood tree outside my window this morning. In my mind, autumn has begun once the tree’s berries turn red, and I noticed that they had earlier this week. Plus, I went to the grocery store yesterday and there were pumpkin-flavored foods everywhere. Donuts, teas. candies, cakes, you name it. So, yeah, it’s basically autumn already.

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Here’s some fanart that shows off his outfit.

I’m already excited about Halloween. I’m planning on going as Wirt from the cartoon Over the Garden Wall. I don’t know where I’m going to get a cape or a hat like his, but I’ll make it work.

Also, some of you have been asking when I’ll post Felicity and Samantha’s profiles, and the answer is soon. I finally have profile pictures for both of them, so I’ll hopefully get those up later this month.

Does it already feel like autumn where you live?

xo
Loren

9/3/18

So it’s been awhile . . . sorry about that. Between working at a Boy Scout camp, getting ready for school, and band camp, I’ve had no time to work on my blog this summer. And since school started for me two weeks ago, I’m not going to have much time now, either. I’m going to public school this year, and as if that didn’t take up enough time already, I stay after school everyday until about 6:20 for marching band.

My personal blog is where my focus is right now, so when I do have free time, that’s what I’ll be working on. But I still adore my dolls and this site, so I’ll try my best to show it some love when I get the chance. Hopefully I’ll be able to start being more active in late November, because that’s when marching season ends, and I’ll get to leave school at a normal time.

I hope you guys understand. I’m really trying, but I just don’t have enough time to get everything done right now.

Love you all. <3

xo
Loren

Three Friends in Search of a Skate Ramp at a Yard Sale Find Something Better | Photostory

I am out of bed at an ungodly hour in the morning, shuffling down the road with my hands stuffed in my sweatshirt pockets. Eve’s friend at the skate shop texted her earlier about a skate ramp at a yard sale, and she convinced me to go looking for it with her. Caroline sent Nevaeh with us because she doesn’t trust us together.

Jogging after Eve on her skateboard, we cruise down the street past flourishing flower beds and kids playing basketball in their driveways. The chill of the 8 a.m. air makes my legs prickle.

“Almost there,” Eve tells us, swerving lazily around rocks.

“This is the one?” I ask as we slow down in front of a sign advertising clothes, dishes, sports gear, etc.

Eve glances down at her phone, checking the address. “Yep.” She jams it into her back pocket and glides into the driveway. Nevaeh and I trail after her.

I haven’t been to many yard sales in my life, so I’m not exactly sure what to expect. I’d much rather sleep in on weekends than spend my morning digging through other peoples’ stained, mothball-scented junk. But who knows, maybe I’ll find something that makes up for my missing hours of sleep.

The yard sale has already attracted a small crowd. A young woman is rifling through the clothes while a child digs through a box of dolls. A middle aged lady in a bathrobe, probably the person in charge of the sale, sits in a chair and idly sips her coffee while staring at something in the distance. She looks like she’s still half asleep. I bet Eve could pick up the skate ramp and carry it away without paying and the woman wouldn’t even blink.

“There it is!” Eve exclaims, pointing at a scuffed ramp beside one of the tables. We hurry over to get a closer look. Nevaeh drifts off along the way to examine a handmade tea set.

“Pretty nice,” I say, nodding and pretending I know things about skateboarding. “It’ll be cool to have your own ramp so you can practice tricks at home. That way you won’t make a fool of yourself trying something new at the skate park. You know, like you’ve been doing.”

Eve rolls her eyes. “Nice try, Parker. I’ve never made a fool of myself. Ever.” She tucks her board under her arm and heads over to purchase the ramp from the bathrobe-clad woman.

I join my other sister by the table. She’s moved on from the tea set and is now checking the price of a cactus in a terracotta pot. Piled precariously on the overflowing table is a rusty watering can, a dented bike helmet, and a box of wrinkled magazines, but what catches my eye is a tray of cheap toys. I prod at the little plastic figurines with my finger. In the back, half covered by a mini telescope, is a black orange-sized ball. I scoop it up; it’s smooth against my palm.

“Hey, Nevaeh.” My empty hand fumbles to the right and tugs on the strap of her sparkly gold purse. “Look at this. A magic eight ball.”

“Oh?” She sets down the plant and peeks over my shoulder. “Those things are fake, Parker. It’s just coincidence if it’s right.”

“No way. I’ll believe anything a magic eight ball tells me. They know. It’s right in the name, see? Magic eight ball.”

“I’m just saying –“

“Magic, Nevaeh!” When she scowls, I hold it out between us and suggest, “Let’s ask it some questions. To prove to you that it really works.” Shaking it up and down, I say dramatically, “Magic eight ball, is Nevaeh sick?”

I peer anxiously at the window in the ball as the octahedron rattles around inside. Despite not believing in it, Nevaeh is holding her breath, too. The ball settles on maybe.

“I’m not si –” Her protest is cut off by a violent coughing fit.

“Amazing!” I yell, giving the magic eight ball a quick kiss. “Nevaeh, we need to get you to a hospital right away. You could be dying.”

I take her by the hand and haul her to the edge of the driveway. She’s still hacking away into her elbow and looking thoroughly embarrassed when the woman in the fluorescent robe calls after us with a scratchy voice. “Hey! Are you kids going to pay for that?”

Something flutters around uncomfortably in my stomach. I almost stole something. Sure, it was an accident, and for a good cause, but it would’ve made me a criminal. “I don’t have any money,” I whisper to Nevaeh as we slink over to the woman.

“It’s OK,” she promises, and wheezes again. “I’ll pay for it. I have money from babysitting.” She fishes her floral wallet out of her purse and hands over two dollars. “Thank you, ma’am, have a nice day,” she mumbles to her feet.

The woman grunts and takes a long sip from her coffee.

I grab Nevaeh’s shoulder and guide her back to the road. “So. Hospital?”

She isn’t one to fight too much. I can tell that she still thinks her coughing fit is a coincidence, but she goes along with it anyway. “Um, sure. Go tell Eve, please?”

I jog over to where Eve is admiring her new skateboard ramp. She’s running her fingers lovingly over the scratched surface of it.

“Hey, Eve, check it out. Nevaeh bought me this super cool magic eight ball. I know it works because I asked if Nevaeh was sick and she started coughing a ton — like, wow, a ton — and now I’m going to walk her to the hospital or something. Isn’t that neat?”

A crease appears between her eyebrows as she takes in everything I said. After a moment, she glances at something behind me and says, “Nevaeh looks alright to me.”

I sigh. “Yeah, sure, but I swear it works. Watch this.” I pump it up and down again and ask, “Magic eight ball, will Eve fall the next time she rides her skateboard?”

Most likely, it announces.

“Yeah, right,” Eve huffs, stepping onto her sticker-covered board. “I’ve been skating since I was twelve.” She makes to push off, but the second her sneaker leaves the ground, the skateboard shoots out from under her and she’s lying on her back, groaning.

“What did I tell you?” I grin down at her smugly. As an afterthought, I add, “Oh, and are you alright?”

She touches her arm gingerly. Flecks of blood and asphalt stick to her fingers. “OK, so maybe it works,” she growls.

Nevaeh is at Eve’s side a moment later. “What happened?” she gasps, helping Eve to her feet.

“The magic eight ball was right again,” I explain.

“Maybe you should get rid of that thing,” Nevaeh suggests nervously, wringing the hem of her sundress. “I still don’t really believe in it, but . . . I don’t know, it seems dangerous.”

I laugh, tossing the ball from hand to hand. “Get rid of it? Nah, I could predict the future with this thing! Plus, you’ve already payed for it, so . . .”

We both turn to stare at Eve, who shrugs and starts texting. “I don’t care either way.” Her phone dings with an incoming message. “The guy who told me about this yard sale is going to help get the ramp home. We need to stay put for awhile until he gets here with his truck.” She plops down on her skateboard and keeps messing with her phone.

Fifteen minutes later, Eve’s friend, a shaggy-haired, tattooed boy, shows up in a graffitied truck. Eve and I help him lift the ramp into the back. He says he has extra seats and offers to drive two of us home, so Nevaeh and Eve cram in beside him. Pop music blares from the radio as they drive off.

I walk home by myself, rolling the magic eight ball around in my hands. I love this kind of magic, but deep down, I secretly agree with Nevaeh. Her coughing fit and Eve’s fall were probably just coincidence. But part of me wonders if there’s more to it than that, if there’s something else going on. If it really is magic.

I tilt my head back, letting the morning sunshine warm my face. There are clear blue skies as far as the eye can see.

“Magic eight ball, will it storm today?”

Off in the distance, there’s a roll of thunder. I shiver despite the heat.

What is She Doing?! #12 | Winners

As promised, here are the winners of WISD #12! I loved reading your captions, you guys are ridiculously funny. I hope you enjoy the winning captions as much as I did. :)

By the way, I’m sorry for not posting this yesterday. There was a family picnic/birthday party for my cousins at my house yesterday, and I didn’t get a chance to use the computer at all. Sorry!

Anyway. The winners are . . .

quinleytheelf

Ellie: *is filming the snake* The snake slithers across the grass looking for prey to eat and –
MJ: ELLIE A SNAKE!!!!! BE CAREFUL IT MAY BE DEADLY.
Ellie: MJ, calm down . . . it’s not deadly. Also, please could you get out of the video, I am trying to film the snake . . .
MJ: BUT IT’S A SNAKE . . . a snake . . . a-a s-snake . . . *collapses on the ground*
Ellie: *continues filming with her phone* Now, here is the sleeping sister . . . her main predators are snakes, but her food is well . . . Ice cream, pizza . . .
*films for hours and then goes inside and edits her video and then goes to school the next day and shows her video*
Ellie: This is my documentary on snakes and sisters.


Sophia

Ellie: A SNAKE! *gets up*
MJ: Oh, yeah.
Ellie: Are you seriously just going to stand there? *glances over at the snake* It’s getting closer!
MJ: *gasps* It is! RUN! *begins to run away very quickly, sprints past Ellie*
Ellie: *gasps because MJ ran so fast that her books fell*
Mr. Skaleyskins: Ooh! Looks interesting, I’ll try to read this one!
Ellie: Can you give me back my book, mister?
Mr. Skaleyskins: *winks at Ellie and slithers away with her book*
Ellie: *shrugs* Well, at least I didn’t get poisoned!
MJ: *runs out* You okay?
Ellie: *nods* But you won’t be! The snake took my book!
MJ: Uhh . . . *runs*
Ellie: *chases MJ*


Thanks for playing, everyone! Are there any another kinds of games you’d like to see on my blog?

xo
Loren