// Golden Days //

Featuring Miss Parker and random lines from Panic! at the Disco’s “Golden Days”.

Oh don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade?
And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey

Forever younger growing older just the same
All the memories that we make will never change

We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan, let the love remain
And I swear that I’ll always paint you

Golden days!
Golden days!
Golden days!
Golden days!

I bet they never even thought about
The glitter dancing on the skin

The decades might’ve washed it out
As the flashes popped like pins, hmm

In the summertime
In the summertime

Time can never break your heart
But It’ll take the pain away

Right now our future’s certain
I won’t let it fade away

Golden days!
Golden days!
Golden days!
Golden days!

It was really gorgeous this evening, so I took Parker out to the treehouse and snapped some photos in the dying light. I love flower crowns, and Parker looks lovely in hers. I like how the yellow stands out against her hair.

I balanced Parker on a tree branch for some of the pictures. That was kind of terrifying. She didn’t fall off, though. I guess balancing dolls on uneven surfaces is a skill I’ve acquired over three years of blogging. 😉

-Loren

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DIY Clock for Your Dollhouse

It’s been a couple of months since I last posted a craft, so I thought it was about time for another one. I’ve been reorganizing my dollhouse, and I decided to create a cute clock to go in the living room. I hope you guys like it. 🙂

You will need:

  • Two colors of foam
  • A cup
  • Hot glue gun
  • Scissors
  • Pencil
  • Sharpie
  • Rhinestone stickers (optional)

(The foam I used was extra thick, but normal sheets of foam work just as well.)

Place the cup upside down on one sheet of foam. Trace around the rim, then cut out the circle. This will be the base of your clock.

Cut another circle out of the second color of foam. Fold it in half and cut out the center, so you have a ring.

Hot glue the foam shapes together.

Use your Sharpie to write the numbers on the face of the clock.

Cut two small rectangles out of the second color of foam. One should be short and wide, and the other should be slightly longer and thinner. Glue them to the center of the clock. If desired, stick a rhinestone on top of the hands of the clock for the final touch.

Attach your new clock to the wall using double sided tape.

If you make this, I’d love to see photos! You can send them to me at happyhouseofag@gmail.com.

-Loren

The Pranks {a Photostory}

Hello, friends. Here’s a warning for anyone who may have forgotten: the date is April 1st. So watch your back.

Today, my dolls will be acting out some pranks that took place at my co-op one year (my friends and I may or may not have been involved in said pranks). Enjoy. 🙂


The Cup

(Featuring two dolls sloppily dressed as boys.)

(This one may have been exaggerated a bit.)

In the empty classroom, an upside down plastic cup waited on a scuffed table. A note was taped to it, which read, in large, thick letters, DO NOT OPEN. Beneath that was added, . . . unless you are prepared to deal with what is inside.

An ominous feeling settled over the room. The walls seemed to whisper, What’s inside? What’s inside?

A light flickered on, bathing the area in harsh yellow light as the teacher marched to the front of the room. A gaggle of chattering boys and girls surged into the room, grabbing seats and dropping their backpacks to the tile floor.

Once everyone was settled, the teacher, Mrs. Dull — a slight woman with stringy hair and old-fashioned garb — coughed to get their attention.

“Welcome to Logic class. Please get out a notebook and pencil, and take notes about today’s topic: probability,” she droned on in a flat voice. Then her watery blue eyes caught sight of the cup on the table, and she made a tsking noise with her tongue. “Trash! In my classroom! Would you throw it away, dear?” she asked the student closest to the garbage.

Forcing a polite smile, the student lurched to his feet and swept the cup off the table. Moving to the trashcan, he popped the lid, and froze. He had spotted the note. He read it aloud in a puzzled voice, peering into the empty cup.

Suddenly, he whipped around and stared at the boy who was in the seat next to his, eyes wide. He let out a horrified yelp.

“Dude!” he hollered. “It’s on your head!” Rushing to his friend’s side, he began to beat wildly at his head.

A shrill shriek tore from his friend’s lips. Panicking, he slapped himself repeatedly in the face, screaming all the while. “Get it off! Get it off!”

The first boy swiped at his friend and curled his hand into a fist. “Got it!” he exclaimed. Shoving his hand into his friend’s face, he uncurled his fingers to reveal . . .

Nothing.

Students covered their mouths with their hands, snickering. It was a prank, and the boy had fallen for it perfectly. Too bad none of them had recorded it.


The Cookies

(Featuring only one doll dressed as a boy.)

(Much less exaggerated.)

Huddled in a corner of the vacant classroom, I put the finishing touches on my prank. I spooned a dollop of sour cream onto an Oreo cookie, then squished the two sides together. The sour cream oozed out between the cookies. I slipped the prank Oreos into a plastic bag and hurried out of the empty room, searching for a victim.

I spotted a boy leaning against the far wall, deep in thought. Maybe I could get him to taste the Oreos.

I crossed the room and gave him a slight smile. “Want a cookie?” I offered one to him.

After staring at it for a moment, the boy mumbled, “Sure,” and took it from me.

Tentatively, he took a small bite. His face scrunched up in confusion as the flavor of sour cream overwhelmed his senses. Then he shrugged and popped the whole thing into his mouth.

I stared at him in shock. He was actually eating it?!

“It’s not that bad,” he told me, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Do you have any more?”

I fished the Oreo-filled plastic bag out of my backpack and handed it to him. “There. You can have all of them.”

Later that day, as I was walking to the next class, the boy jogged up beside me. There was a strange grin on his face.

After a moment, he announced, “I put those cookies in your backpack.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “No, you didn’t. I saw you eating them.”

“Don’t believe me? OK, then. But those cookies are going to be sitting in your bag for an hour, and then it’ll smell like sour cream.”

I tried to tell myself that he was joking. A prank for a prank. But just as I reached my next class, I decided I should probably go check my bag for sour cream Oreos. I sprinted for the door, only to find the boy standing there, grinning and blocking my way. I attempted to skirt around him, but he caught me from behind. Laughing, we pretended to fight: I struggled for the doorway while he strained to keep me in the room. That went on until the teacher started the class, and we raced to our seats.

As soon as the class ended, I dashed to where I had left my backpack. It lay open, with a half-eaten sour cream Oreo stuffed inside.


So that was fun, I guess. I think there’s still some sour cream on the inside of my backpack. I’m not sure, though, since I haven’t used it since last year.

Anyway, happy April Fool’s Day. Hopefully you’ve played some cool pranks on your family today. If not, the day’s not over yet — you’ve still got time. You should check out Samantha’s post “April Fools Pranks 👿” for some good ideas.

-Loren

Three Years

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Today is rather important for this little blog. It marks three years since Happy House of AG was created. I’ve got to say, I really didn’t expect that this blog would still be running three years later — but here I am, still being weird and creative and enjoying having a corner of the internet all to myself.

American Girl doll Maryellen Larkin Happy House of AG

I really wish that I had planned something special for today. You guys deserve an amazing surprise, as a thank you for sticking around, even when I disappear for weeks. But today kind of snuck up on me, and I didn’t have time to plan anything.

American Girl doll Ivy Ling | Happy House of AG

Over the years, this blog has grown so much. Seven American Girl dolls have joined the crew; four and a half (I know you guys are still worked up about Serpents, sorry) weird photostory series have taken place; over four hundred people thought this trashy site was cool enough to follow; you’ve left thousands of funny and encouraging comments; and I’ve made countless wonderful internet friends.

Ever After High doll Ashlynn Ella | Happy House of AG

I hope Happy House of AG will still be around many years from now. But for now, I’ll just focus on making it to my four year blogiversary.

American Girl dolls Maryellen Larkin and Lea Clark | Happy House of AG

Thanks for everything, guys. I love you. 🙂

-Loren

How do Titles Even Work

I took these pictures when we got some snow earlier this year. And as I have absolutely zero motivation, I never got around to posting them. But on this dull Sunday (I kind of hate Sundays, but we won’t get into that right now), I finally overcame my laziness and put together a post for you, my lovely readers. 🙂

I know I photograph Savannah too often, please don’t hurt me.

Yeah, I stood in the middle of the road to take this picture. It’s true, I lead a dangerous life.

Have you guys gotten any snow this year? It snowed this weekend, but it was only about two inches, and melted pretty quickly. Honestly, I like watching the snow fall more than I like playing in it. It’s so peaceful and relaxing.

-Loren

Sidewalk Chalk

So I haven’t posted since January . . . sorry about that. I don’t even have a good excuse. I just haven’t had many ideas, and when I do get one, I can’t find the motivation or energy to pull it off. But I finally took some pictures this evening, and even though they’re a bit blurry for some reason, I wanted to share them anyway.

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I really like doodling with sidewalk chalk. Sadly, any art skills I might posses don’t seem to transfer to chalk, so my “art” looks like child’s scribbles. But I had fun doing it, and I guess that’s what really counts.

Parker still doesn’t have a personality. I haven’t thought about dolls very much since January (which is how I ended up missing the news that Tenney, Logan, and Felicity had been released).

I’m so sorry for the huge break I took these past few months. Blogging is something I really enjoy, and I don’t plan on quitting.

-Loren