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

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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

What is She Doing?! #12

Hey, guys!

We’re playing What is She Doing?! today. Basically, it’s the same thing as Caption It: I show you a picture, then it’s up to you to decided what that the dolls in the picture as saying.

Ellie is reading in the shade and MJ is working in the garden when a giant snake appears. What happens next is up to you!

If you don’t know how to play, here are the rules:

– Leave a comment with one or two captions for this photo
– On June 16, I’ll announce the winners (my favorite captions)
– There’s no prize, this is just for fun

I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

xo
Loren

25 Things All American Girl Fans can Relate to

Hey, guys!

I put together a list of things that I run into a lot as an American Girl lover. Hopefully some other fans can relate, too!

By the way, it’s 100% OK to not be able to relate to most (or any) of the things on this list. It’s doesn’t make you a fake fan or anything like that. These are just pulled from my own experiences, and it’s fine if we appreciate dolls in different ways.

Enjoy! :)


1) “What are you going to spend your birthday/Christmas money on?” . . . Dolls.

2) Hearing your grandparents talk about your dolls is actually painful. How many different versions of “American dolls” are there?

3) Constantly losing their hairbrush. I’ve had about four doll brushes in my life and I only know where one is.

4) Seeing a really cool location for a photoshoot in public, but being too embarrassed to bring your doll there.

6) Your camera dying/the weather changing as soon as you’ve finished prepping for a shoot.

7) You’re always broke because you spend your money on doll clothes/accessories as soon as you have enough.

8) Being nervous about bringing new friends to your house because they’ll see your doll collection.

9) Getting an amazing idea for a new post . . . at 1 a.m.

11) Hanging onto every weird knickknack because you might use it for a photostory some day. Do I really need this tiny rattle? No. Am I going to keep it anyway? Absolutely.

12) “I think I know more about American Girl dolls than you do, genius,” is your favorite vine. (My favorites are actually those ones about the guy who can’t find his berries, but that’s beside the point.)

13) You have plans for tons of custom dolls that you’ll never makes.

14) You might have cried a little bit when Doll Diaries and Innerstar U shut down (R.I.P.).

16) You’ve spent countless hours scrolling through AGIG, drooling over all the gorgeous photographs.

17) You’ve been searching eBay for years, trying to track down that GOTY that you regret not buying.

18) Freaking out about your dolls getting silver eye whenever they get slightly wet.

19) Playing games and taking quizzes on the American Girl website was a staple part of your childhood (the pet ones were the best).

21) No matter how bad the GOTY movies are, you’re still going to watch them.

22) You have a box filled with old American Girl magazines and catalogs somewhere.

23) The first time you went to an American Girl store was a dream come true.

24) You’ll never forget how excited you were when you got your first American Girl doll.

25) No matter how old you get, your dolls will always have a special place in your heart.


How many can you relate to? Can you think of anything else that should’ve been on this list? Let me know in the comments, and have a great day!

xo

Loren