Review: Olivia Wear’s Purple Pattern Dress

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Hello, my friends! Today I have a review of another beautiful dress from OliviaWear.

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It’s the Beautiful Handmade Purple Pattern Dress, and is currently on sale for $7.99. The usual price is $9.99.

Let’s get into the review!

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The dress is made out of a stretchy, lightweight fabric.

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The whole thing is covered in transparent sequins that catch the light.

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There’s a large, satiny black bow in the middle. Unlike some American Girl dresses I can think of, the ribbon on this OliviaWear dress goes all the way around the dress.

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It velcros in the back.

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The dress is sleeveless.

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The skirt ends just above the knee.

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The fabric is purple, back, and white. Because the colors are not in the same place on every dress, each one will not look exactly the same.

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Here are some extra pictures of Caroline in her OliviaWear dress!

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I absolutely love this dress — it gets five stars. It’s great quality, gorgeous, and easy to put on.

You can buy it here: http://www.oliviawear.com/collections/american-girl-clothes-sale/products/american-girl-collection-54-black-and-white-polka-dots-pattern-dress

If you’re not a fan of this dress, OliviaWear has tons of other beautiful dresses. You’re bound to find on that you like! Shop here: http://www.oliviawear.com/

 I was sent this dress by the owner of OliviaWear in exchange for a review.

Shoes are part of my own collection.

~Loren

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Cerise Chrysanthemums ~ an AGPS

*Inspired by Madi*

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Caroline’s birthday was yesterday (October 22)! She told everyone that she didn’t want a party; all she asked for was a photoshoot. Of course, I couldn’t say no . . . Just look at her sweet face!

Buckle up, because this is going to be a loooooong photoshoot.

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It’s possible that I might have taken more photos of the flower than of the doll . . .

Whew! That was long. But once I started taking pictures of Caroline I just couldn’t stop!

~Loren

P.S. I added two new pages — Awards and Blog Buttons. Also, I cleaned up my sidebar. :)

Babysitting by the Book

On my last post, lots of you said you probably wouldn’t be able to attend the AG Fan Meet-up 2015 because you don’t live near the stores. That doesn’t mean you can’t participate! Going to the same store was just another way we could meet each other. My mom probably won’t be able to take me to all the stores, but I’m going to attend anyway. Even if you can’t go to the stores, I’d love it if you would attend!

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The house was impeccable, I’d reorganized the bookshelf three times, and my sisters had gone to a pet show their critters were in, so I didn’t even have animals to play with. This was a sensation I’d never had before: boredom. It was horrible, really. Just sitting there, in an empty house, with absolutely nothing to do because you’ve already done it.

I collapsed onto the couch by the front door with a sigh. There had to be something for me to do! Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I leaped up and raced to get it. My family was back! I wouldn’t have to be bored!

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I threw the front door open, but instead of seeing my eight giggling sister, there stood only a woman.

“Hello, can I help you?” I asked.

“In fact, you can,” she replied, flipping open her purse.

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The woman pulled a card from her bag and waved it at me. “Are you Caroline Abbott? Did you make this card?” she demanded.

I took one look at it and remembered that Molly, our resident computer nerd, had made the business cards for my babysitting job. We’d left them at the post office. This woman must have picked one up! Did she have a child for me to babysit?

“Yes, I’m Caroline,” I affirmed.

“Would you babysit my daughter?”

I ushered her inside, nodding enthusiastically. “I’d love to!” I exclaimed.

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“I’m Violet Carter,” the woman said, shaking my hand. “I need to go to a meeting, so I’ll be back to pick my daughter up in three hours, OK? I’ll pay you twenty dollars.”

“I”m sure I’ll have a lovely time with your daughter,” I smiled. “But . . . where is she?”

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 Violet Carter stepped aside, and there stood a little girl with curly brown hair and stunning blue eyes. “This is Jillian.” Mrs. Carter put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“Hello, Jillian,” I cooed, bending down so I was at the girl’s eye level. We were going to have so much fun! Jillian and I could mess around with Play-Doh, dress up as princesses, and even have a tea party! I could hardly wait for Mrs. Carter to leave so the fun could begin.

Violet planted a kiss on her daughter’s head, strode to the door, and called over her shoulder, “Take care of her, Caroline! I’ll be back in three hours!” And then she was gone.

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I stared expectantly at Jillian, waiting. All my babysitting books said that now was when the children started to cry, to claw at the door, begging for their parents to come back. But the only emotion on Jillian’s face was disgust.

She crossed her arms and snorted, looking me over with her sharp ocean-blue eyes. “You dress weird,” she blurted.”It’s stinkin’ August, and you’re wearing pants and a cardigan!”

I was taken aback by the girl’s rudeness. “Jillian –” I began.

“Nobody calls me that!” she snapped. “It’s J, alright?”

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I didn’t say anything, just fished two identical packs of flash cards out of the green bin of random stuff and plopped on the floor. “So.” I smiled at J, trying to stay optimistic even though none of my babysitting books explained what to do if your charge hated you. “We’re going to play a game.”

According to my books, most kids were shy when they were first dropped off, and a fun game was a great way to break the ice.

I patted the floor next to me and pursed my lips as J, groaning, trudged over to me.

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J leaned against a pole and I spread out the flash cards, face down.

Once the cards were lined up, I asked, “You know how to play Memory, right?” J didn’t respond, and I took it to mean that she didn’t know and was too embarrassed to tell me. “I’ll go first, then,” I continued, “so you’ll know how to play.”

The girl just grunted and glared at me.

What was her problem? She’d looked so sweet, but as soon as her mother had left, she became nasty. I didn’t know what to do!

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Pushing down my panic, I flipped over two cards. “A purple triangle and a green square,” I noted. I told J, “You’ve got to remember where the cards are, so when you turn up a matching one, you’ll be able to make a pair.” I turned my cards over.

For a few minutes, J glared at me and I just sat there, wondering why she wasn’t going. Finally I nudged her arm and said, “J, it’s your turn.” She didn’t acknowledge that I’d spoken. “Did you forget how to play?” I asked, patting her foot. “That’s OK, you just turn over two cards –“

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J threw up her arms and shouted, “I’m not a baby, you know! I can play Memory, but it’s a stupid game. You’re a horrible babysitter who treats me like I’m three. I’m eight, for heaven’s sake, and I want to do something fun!”

Shocked, I stared at J, my mouth agape. She was eight? She looked much younger. Pushing the game of Memory away, I rose to my feet and took a few steps toward the girl, suddenly very serious.

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I looked J in the eye, my expression quite grave. She stuck her chin out defiantly. “Jillian, I get that you’re frustrated, but the way you spoke to me was disrespectful and mean,” I rebuked. “You owe me an apology.” I hated having to criticize her, but someone needed to do it.

“Sorry, Caroline,” she murmured mockingly, and it was obvious she didn’t mean it. I decided to over look that.

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“How about I read you a story?” I offered, moving on. “You go sit down on the couch and I’ll be over in a moment.”

Grudgingly, J stalked over to the couch, muttering about how I needed to change my attitude.

I squatted down in front of bookshelf and scanned the selection. The book needed to plunge you into the action immediately so Mrs. Carter’s daughter wouldn’t get bored, and it couldn’t be too long, either.

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I picked Runaway Mice, a story about four mice friends that stow away on a school bus, perfect for young children. Before heading over to J, I darted into the kitchen and got a snack for the girl, a chocolate cookie with vanilla icing and pink sprinkles. I’d baked cookies with MJ the day before, and I thought that they turned out pretty well, considering that I’d accidentally put an extra tablespoon of vanilla in the icing.

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I squeezed onto the couch next to J, and after handing her the cookie, flipped open the storybook.

Runaway Mice,” I read. “Once upon a time, four mice, Odie, Nat, Lavender, and Misty, were eating cheese by the roadside. A hulking yellow school bus, loaded with chattering children, chugged down the road . . .”

J, gingerly sampling the cookie, constantly rolled her eyes. The story was obviously boring her, but I pressed on. If only I could get to chapter three, where things started to happen . . .

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Cooking crumbs raining off her shirt, J sprang up and dashed to the bookshelf. She yanked a novel off of it and waved it at me. “I could read this to your uneducated face in one sitting!” she yelled at me. “You’re so boring!”

Uneducated . . . boring . . . Her insults rang in my ears and I resisted the urge to cry. This really wasn’t my day.

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I got up and walked over to J, and before I could say anything, she whined, “Why can’t we do something I want?”

I put my hands on my hips. I was just about done with this girl! But I had one more trick up my sleeve. “Alright then. What would you like to do, J?”

She stared at me, stammering, “I — but — aren’t you –” and so forth. She obviously hadn’t been expecting me to say that!

After a while, she managed, “I want to use the computer.”

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I slid the family laptop out onto the desk and helped J onto a chair. After I powered up the computer, she clicked around my sister’s personal files for awhile before she grew bored with that. She hacked Saige’s Pinterest (my fashion-obsessed sister had actually just left Pinterest open) and watched Youtube videos.

“I want to play a game!” she demanded after finishing her second Game Theory video.

I took the laptop from her and brought up the NASA website. They had cool games on there, and they were educational! That’s what I would call a win win, but my sisters would probably say I was “spooking school” into them.

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Once J had played all the games on the NASA website, she wandered over to me. I had pulled the green bin of random junk away from the wall and was rifling through it. Nothing my babysitting books had told me worked on J Carter, so I figured it was time to think outside of the box, or in this case, outside of the book.

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I flipped the bin upside down and everything in it tumbled out on the floor. J plucked a stuffed polar bear from the junk and smiled at it. It was the first time I’d seen her smile, and, not wanting to ruin the moment, I studied what had been living in the bin. There were dog toys, bags, sports equipment, etc. What could we do with this stuff?

I glanced up to see that J had a creative gleam in her eyes. What was she thinking?

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J placed the green bin on its side and stuck the polar bear, a My Little Pony, a fabric butterfly and a toy fish inside. She set the purses around the open end of the bin like a wall, and arranged the other items in front of that.

“This is their base,” she explained, tapping the bin. “They’re hiding in there until it’s safe for them to come out. The rest of the stuff is a barrier to keep their enemy at bay.”

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She reached into the toys’ base and took out the polar bear and the fish. Pointing at the butterfly and the pony, she announced, “Those are yours. Do you have another stuffed animal that can be the bad guy?”

Smiling because she’d finally gotten interested in something, I scrambled to my feet and raced up to the third floor, where my bed was. I grabbed my pink teddy bear and hurried back to J.

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Things got better after that. J and I forged a relationship, and for the rest of the night, my little friend and I had fun together. She tried to teach me how to dance;

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we doodled in a notebook, making comics;

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and we played with dolls. It was the most fun I’d had in weeks!

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When Violet Carter came to pick J up, I didn’t want her to go. We’d really bonded, and I hoped that I would be able to babysit J again.

J rushed to her mom and hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re here!” she exclaimed. “I can’t wait to leave.” J winked at me, but she was so confusing I couldn’t guess what that was supposed to mean.

Mrs. Carter looked at me quizzically, no doubt wondering what I’d done to her daughter while she was at her meeting.

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As promised, Violet handed me a twenty dollar bill. I stuck it in my pocket. “I had a wonderful time with J — uh, Jillian,” I stuttered.

Mrs. Carter nodded cautiously, still eying me suspiciously. “Thank you for watching her, Caroline. We’ll be going now.”

I waved at the Carters as they exited my house.

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I picked up some of their conversation as they headed to their car.

“It was horrible, Mom!” J cried. “Caroline was so mean, and I had to dance and draw and play with dolls, and it was terrible . . . When can I go again?”

~Loren

P.S. If you would vote for me in the ATC challenge mentioned here, that would be great! Just vote for the picture by Artist #7 by liking it on this Facebook page.

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Review: Caroline Abbott

Today I’ll be reviewing American Girl doll Caroline Abbott!

Review: Caroline Abbott

I got my Caroline in 2012, so she’s not in the best condition, but hopefully this will still be an accurate review!

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Here is an overview of Caroline in her meet outfit with her accessories.

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Let’s start with the doll itself.

Caroline had the classic face mold and feathered eyebrows.

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She is the only doll with aquamarine eyes. Her unique eyes are what makes her stand out from all the other blonde-haired blue-eyed dolls American Girl has made.

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Her hair is the worst part of her. When I got Caroline, her blonde tresses were soft and the many curls framing her face were luxurious. Unfortunately, her hair did not hold up against the test of time and has lost some of its curl and is hard to manage. If I had known how to properly care for her hair, I think she would be in better condition now. If you get Caroline, you should definitely get the Sparkly Hair Pick from American Girl!

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Moving on to Caroline’s accessories.

Her straw bonnet is edged in pink ribbon, and a green, pink, and white striped ribbon ties under her chin.

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Three hot pink flowers are nestled around a bow on the right side of the bonnet.

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Bird’s-eye view.

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The bonnet fits perfectly and she looks adorable in it! No complaints here.

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Her drawstring bag (also part of her accessories) is hard for her to hold. When her top is in it, it pulls the bag off her hand.

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When the bag is flat, it reads, “Caroline Abbott 1812.”

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The final part of her accessories set is a top. It’s real wood and actually spins!

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Here is the top next to Caroline’s hand. You can see that they are about the same size.

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This picture doesn’t capture the true color of her dress because she is in shadow.

Now I’ll review Caroline’s outfit!

A view of the whole outfit, top to bottom.

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The dress’s neckline is edged in pink ruffles.

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Around Caroline’s empire-waist dress is an elegant rose-patterned ribbon.

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Her 2/3 sleeves have the same pink ruffle on them as the neckline, as well as a thin pink ribbon.

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The bottom of her dress.

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Her simple pink flats go with lots of outfits.

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Her white stockings go up to her knees.

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Her underwear — pantaloons — are plain white. They cover most of her socks.

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The bottom of the pantaloons have lace on them.

I rate her 4.3 stars, because, although she is beautiful and extremely photogenic, her hair is hard to manage. I do not recommend her as a first doll or for younger kids. But if you know how to take care of curly doll hair, then by all means, get her before she is retired!

I hope if you are considering getting Caroline Abbott that this helped make up your mind.

~Loren

P.S. Kayla is doing The Bloggy Awards. I’d love it if you would go vote for me!

Life at Camp ~ Aphrodite

It’s that time again . . . I have to apologize for something . . .

I really don’t like apologizing. Apologizing is admitting that you’re wrong, and I dislike being wrong more than apologizing. But, here goes . . .

I’m sorry that I disappeared from the internet for, like, a week (actually, it’s been exactly a week since I’ve posted), but I’m back now :) Back from my unofficial break . . . Unofficial breaks are kind of relaxing and kind of make you feel guilty.

Well, I’ve got last week’s Life at Camp. Two days late . . . Better late than never, right?

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Caroline dressed up as the Greek goddess Aphrodite and asked for a photoshoot. The poor thing needs more attention . . .

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Make sure you vote TODAY, because whoever has the most votes tomorrow (Wednesday) morning when I wake up (about 10:30-ish) will be the winner.

~Loren

Beautiful Blonde ~ an AGPS

I hope you had a great Easter! Our Christ rose from the dead!

Sorry I haven’t been posting lately. I’ve been writing a bunch! If you want to read some of my work, go over to AG Homeschool  and visit the Other Stories section. The stories written by SecretKeeper are my stuff.

I did a photoshoot of Caroline in her Easter outfit for you guys. I absolutely adore how Caroline looks in these picture!

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Have any of your dolls ever been caught crying because they aren’t used much? I have reports from my little spy, Sneaky Savannah, that Emily and Caroline break down from time to time because of this. Hopefully they’ll appear on my blog more :)

–Loren

P.S. Check out Blue’s blog, Tall Dolls!