Which Doll are You? Quiz | Valentine’s Day Edition

Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope everyone had a lovely day. ;)

In celebration, I’m going shopping with my best friend, and for you guys, I put together a festive quiz! It’s similar to the doll personality quiz I made awhile back, but obviously this one is Valentine’s Day-themed. Enjoy the game!

Which Doll are You on Valentine’s Day?


Scroll down to find your results!

Mostly A’s: Isabelle

Platonic love is the most important kind to you, and you go out of the way to make sure your friends know just how much you appreciate them. Despite not celebrating the holiday in a traditional way, you still love putting up heart-shaped decorations and getting dressed up.

Mostly B’s: Felicity

You’re independent, don’t care for romance, and think Valentine’s Day is a commercialized holiday based in materialism. The excessive amounts of romcoms and lovesick couples make your head hurt, but there is one good thing: the candy. If you don’t get enough from friends to satisfy your sweet tooth, just wait until all the leftover chocolate goes on sale.

Mostly C’s: Nevaeh

A true hopeless romantic, you have heart set on one special person. But you’re shy and think they’re way out of your league, so you’ve never let slip who your crush is. With a love for words, you might try composing a letter that reveals your feelings to send to your sweetheart.

Mostly D’s: MJ

To you, Valentine’s Day is all about being seen: going on romantic dates, dressing up for parties, and taking on-theme photos for your social media. You love the gorgeous snacks that come with the holiday, as well as the sweet gifts your friends and secret admirers give you. You’re always up for a good time, and Valentine’s Day is no exception.

Which doll did you get? Let me know in the comments, as well as how your Valentine’s Day went!

xo
Loren

 

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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

Road to Resurrection | Easter AGPS

Happy Easter (and April Fool’s Day)!

Yesterday, my family volunteered for Road to Resurrection, an Easter event at our church. The building was decorated to look like the city of Jerusalem, and tour groups were led through to experience the Easter story in real life. Me, my mum, and another girl ran the first destination, which was supposed to be the Eastern Gate of the city. We dressed up in tunics and head coverings and talked about the prophecy in Zechariah 9:9, how Jesus was going to save the Jews from the Romans, and some nicknames for God. Then everyone waved around palm branches and shouted “hosanna” while we pretended Jesus was riding into the city.

It was fun, but really exhausting. The glass hallway we were set up in got incredibly hot, and my feet hurt by the end up the day. But they did buy us pizza, so. :)

I did my best to make Eve look like a Jewish girl and took some pictures of her in front of the gate.

I wish this one wasn’t so dark. :’)

The rest of the pictures were taken in the “market,” where all the visitors gathered before starting the tour. It was pretty amazing, because they had canvas pavilions, potters, basket weavers, spinners, and sacks of food set up.

I love the pretty scarf in the background!

To celebrate, my family is going out for lunch with grandparents #1, and then having dinner with grandparents #2. I’ll be picking up an AG doll at dinner, which I’m very excited for. :)

Have a good day!

Do you have any Easter traditions? Let me know in the comments.

xo

Loren

Dear True Love | AGPS

 Dear true love,
I’m a farewell that came all too soon.
I’m a hand-me-down that dreams of being new
When I’m without you.

Dear True Love // Sleeping at Last


I found some fake flowers in the attic and thought they’d be perfect for a Valentine’s Day shoot. Parker’s eyes are too dark in some of the pictures and it makes her look almost demonic. Hope you enjoyed them anyway.

I never really do anything for Valentine’s Day. Last year I got roses from my friend, and a few days ago my mom gave me an orchid, but that’s about the extent of the festivities. As dumb as it might sound, I miss celebrating with my co-op class. We would print out memes and use them as cards and share candy and no one took it too seriously.

Update on the new doll: she arrived on Monday and I absolutely love her. But I’m going on a youth retreat this weekend, so unless I can photograph her and schedule a post before I leave, she won’t be revealed until next week. Sorry, I’m not pushing it off on purpose, stuff just keeps coming up.

Happy Valentine’s Day! Tell your friends you love them. ♥

xo

Loren

Catching Claus | Christmas Special

I strain my ears in the darkness, hoping to hear the jingles and clops of reindeer landing on the roof. It’s one in the morning on Christmas day and Santa Claus has not visited my house yet. I’m beginning to get nervous.

I’m not worried about Santa’s well-being, in case anyone’s wondering. No, I’m nervous because if he doesn’t show, all my preparing and scheming will have been in vain.

I snuggle deeper into my sleeping bag, gazing at the tree through half-closed eyelids. The lights wink at me from between the branches. Rotating slowly, glittery ornaments throw bits of colored radiance around the living room. Humming a carol to myself, I resolve to stay awake until Santa arrives. My plan won’t work unless I am ready to move when he gets here.

On Christmas Eve, before camping out in front of the tree, I left some nasty gifts for Santa around the house. Several drops of sleeping potion lurk in the milk set out for him, powerful enough to make a man drowsy in less than a minute. Jacks are scattered across the carpet, their sharp tips yearning for an unsuspecting foot. And, finally, a snare attached to the rafters. Step in it, and you’ll be jerked off the ground, dangling upside down from the ceiling.

Listen, I’m a good kid. Look on the Nice List and you’ll find my name, Elise Larkin, right at the top. That’s how it’s been in the past, anyway. But I’m afraid that I might have become naughty this year, thanks to a haywire science experiment that ended up killing several butterflies in cold blood. There’s no way I’ll be getting presents this Christmas after committing such a serious offense.

So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.

After staring absently at the star topper for what must have been hours, something upsets the gentle stillness of the night. The pitter-patter of tiny objects falling, the sound of crusty ash raining from the chimney as someone wiggles their way down.

Santa is here. The fun can begin.

Slowing my breathing to a steady pace, I pretend to be asleep. Through one open eye, I watch silently as a large man creeps into the room. The front of his bulging scarlet jacket is streaked with soot from the fireplace. He notices the traps laid out on the floor — in plain sight, I realize, too late. Carefully, he tiptoes between them, lugging a giant sack behind him.

Santa reaches the table where the gingerbread cookies and poisoned milk are on display without accident. Grabbing an iced cookie with callused fingers, he takes a big bite, spewing dark crumbs onto his snowy beard. Once the gingerbread is all gone, he hungrily snatches up the cup of drugged milk and chugs it down.

Refreshed, he gets down to business, extracting trinkets from his voluminous sack and tucking them into the lined up stockings. There are stuffed animals and candy canes and plastic toys and other wonders that cause my young heart to fill with glee.

As Santa moves toward the sparkling Christmas tree, he suddenly pauses and presses a hand to his great belly, the other on his head. Behind his circular glasses, his eyes flash with discomfort. My sleeping potion is doing its job.

Santa stumbles back, so dizzy that he can barely control where his body goes. Unable to avoid my traps this time, he slips on the jacks, yelping. Then, pitching forward, his thick black boot gets caught in the snare. With another holler, he’s swept off his feet. My prize — his sack — waits for me just out of his reach.

I spring out of my sleeping bag and lunge for the bag. Giving Father Christmas an innocent smile, I drag it over to the tree and dig in. Presents done up in festive paper and shiny bows stack up around me.

It seems like Santa is trying to tell me something, but his words, muffled by his beard and slurred from the potion, are impossible to make out.

I give him a cheery wave before turning back to the gifts. Counting them in my head, I quickly realize that there aren’t enough for me and all of my sisters. This just won’t do.

I march over the Santa and jab at his stomach. “Hi, Mr. Claus, I’m Ellie. Big fan of yours,” I say sweetly, tugging on my braids. “So I was wondering, do you think you could get a few more presents for my family? Christmas will be just awful if we don’t all get something.”

Hanging by his ankle, he spins in slow circles. Sometimes I’m speaking to his face, then to his back. It’s rather disorienting.

“Naughty!” he sputters from beneath his beard. Then he promptly falls asleep.

As he twirls upside down in lazy circles, something wriggles out from under his belt and thunks against the carpet. It’s a phone with a tacky case.

I frown at it. Who would Mr. Claus ever need to call?

Ah. I scoop it off the ground and scroll through his contacts until I find what I’m looking for.

Calling Mrs. Claus . . .

In the North Pole, a high-pitched elf exclaims, “Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Claus!” Lilliputian feet scuttle across the kitchen and the elf holds up a phone, from which “Jingle Bells” is playing. “Call from Santa,” the elf explains, offering the device to the rosy-cheeked woman.

“Hello, dear!” Mrs. Claus chirps into the phone, setting down a tray of hot cookies. “I’ve baked some treats for you, whenever you get home. Gingerbread, your favorite.”

“This isn’t your husband,” I tell her coolly. Keeping the thrill of talking to Santa’s wife out of my voice is a struggle. “I have him tied up and I’m keeping him for ransom. If you want to get your dear Saint Nick back, fill a sleigh with as many presents as will fit and deliver them to my house before morning.”

I end the call.

Tucking the phone back into Santa’s belt, I imagine what must be going on in the North Pole right now. Mrs. Claus is pacing the reindeer stables, observing the elves as they load a spare sleigh with gifts for me. She has a soft hand pressed to her mouth, chewing on her nails as she worries about her husband.

Once the sleigh is stuffed, she climbs in and the reindeer take to the sky.

An hour later, I hear scuffling on the roof again. Down the chimney comes Mrs. Claus. She gasps when she spots her husband ensnared in my trap. Crying, she slashes the rope and catches him in her trembling arms.

“Will the elves be bringing down the presents?” It may sound like a question, but it’s really a demand, and Mrs. Claus knows it.

She nods weakly, cradling a drowsy Santa against her chest. “You naughty girl,” she spits at me. “I’ll see that you get coal the rest of your life!”

The Clauses are whisked away, replaced by mounds of alluring gifts. I sit cross-legged in front of the tree, admiring how beautiful they are and how clever I am, to have gotten so many presents straight from Santa’s workshop.

As the sun rises on Christmas day, I sigh contently. I rip the snowflake wrapping off the first box, singing to it, “Baby, all I want for Christmas is you.”


Merry Christmas from Happy House of AG! I hope you have a good one. :)

xo

Loren

Shout-out Your Doll Site | Avery & Advent

Today really made me realize how close Christmas is. I watched some of The Polar Express and had cocoa and candy canes at school, saw people wearing Santa hats, learned about Mexican holiday traditions, and took pictures of Avery in front of our tree. Now I’m listening to Elvis Christmas music while I write this.

Anyway, I’m doing a shout-out today. The goal is for people to discover new doll blogs. And if yours is on the list, hopefully you’ll get some new followers, too. :)

If you’d like to be added, leave a link to your site in the comments, but only if it’s a doll blog.

Sites added:

Samantha’s blog, AG Doll Awesome

Kaylyn’s blog, KAYLYN’S WORLD

Rose’s blog, A Doll-op of AG

Kiki’s blog, Kiki Through the Looking-Glass

Victoria’s blog, Reverie Dolls

Julia’s blog, Love My Dollies

Natalie’s blog, The American Girl Spot

Arabella’s blog, American Girl Days

ThePolkaDotPatriot’s blog, American Girl Here and There

Tori and Bella’s blog, agsparklesisters

blackiesunshine’s blog, Silver Sky Dolls

light4thelord’s blog, Dolls N’ All

Rose’s blog, The Dolls of Texas

AGs in Alaska’s blog, American Girls in Alaska

The AG Homeschooler’s blog, AG’s Wondrous World

Emma’s blog, Dazzling Dollies

Olive’s blog, Hidden Hollow AG Crafts

Gracie’s blog, Smile and Craft AG

justAG’s blog, Just AG

Xyra’s blog, Tea Time with Melody Q


Merry Christmas!

xo

Loren