Blog Update // Mah Girl Eve

 

WHO GOT THAT NEW BLOG LOOK, YEEEAAAH. *dabs into the next dimension*

I think I like those pictures of Saige in the cherry tree too much. Oops? Oh well. I like the new look, it’s a lot simpler and easier on the eyes. But now I have to update the rest of my blog to match it. Ugh.

Anyway! Pictures of Eve that I took around Christmas. She looks so cute in Molly’s sweater. ^.^ I freaking love her hair, it’s so soft and curly and the highlights are gorgeous.

Time for some shameless self-promotion! :D Anyone recognize the fence in the background? It was used in a photostory series called Road to Pamel that I did two years ago. You can read it here, if you haven’t done that already. And you should really check out my personal blog, let’s be lost. I’ve been posting on there a lot recently, and it’s pretty great, if I say so myself (I’m just kidding, it’s a trashy blog. Would you expect anything else?).

xo

Loren

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Not Dead // Saige is Cuter Than Me

Her freckles. ^.^

Her little buns are so cute, I love it.

 

 

The bokeh. Look at it. I‘m crying because it’s beautiful.

Apologizing would be appropriate, since I haven’t posted since April . . . but I’m not going to do that. So here are some pictures instead of an apology. Yay.

Saige’s hair has been like this since January, probably, and I kept meaning to take photos of her. I just never got around to it. But today, instead of working on my other blog, I finally got that done. (And I’m actually kind of proud of these pictures? Yep.) They were taken out by one of our sour cherry trees, with a ladder and a really adorable tiny box as props. :)

“You keep disappearing! You’ll post a couple things and say that you’re not leaving, but then it’s a month before we hear from you again!” I can sense all your angry and bitter thoughts through the internet, so I’m going to address that now. I really am not planning on quitting. But I don’t want to feel pressured to have a consistent blogging schedule, since I’m not as into dolls as I used to be. So I’ll just post my pictures whenever I have inspiration. That probably means that you’ll get clusters of posts, and then silence for awhile. But that’s pretty much what I’ve already been doing. It’s just official now.

I love you guys. :D I love these pictures more, though (just kidding).

xo

Loren

GOTY 2017 Debut

Hey, guys!

The GOTY debut was a lot of fun. I drove up to D.C. with my dad, walked around the store for quite a long time, made fun of the sets I didn’t like . . . I also got to meet Izzy from Sew Sweet Dollies (a private blog). Getting to meet you was amazing, Izzy! You’re also incredibly cute. I say that in a non-creepy way, but I really mean it.

If anyone is wondering, I don’t know what the free debut gift is. I didn’t get one, and I don’t even know if there was one this year. Does anyone know?

Anyway, here are my pictures from the store.

Gabriela McBride

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The new Girl of the Year, Gabriela McBride. I like her pants and shoes.

The AG community has been requesting an African-American GOTY for quite some time, and I’m glad our wish was finally granted. Maybe I’m being picky, but I would have liked Gabriela a lot more if there was something more unique about her. She looks just like the African-American Truly Me dolls. If American Girl had given her a feature that made her stand out, I would have considered buying her.

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They gave her box a completely new style . . . interesting.

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So Gabriela is into the arts, right? Dancing, painting, music, poetry. That’s cool and all (I freaking love the arts), but didn’t we just have a dancer GOTY in 2014? And isn’t Melody a singer? I guess AG has been running low on GOTY ideas.

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Super sparkly outfit. I like it, actually.

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THE LAPTOP AND THE HEADPHONES. I LOVE THEM.

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Her cat creeps me out.

Truly Me

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The new Dream Pajamas.

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Adorable doll food.

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Mix-and-match set.

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Ice skating set.

A lot of you have been asking if I bought anything. Well, duh, of course I did. :P I’ll be posting tomorrow, hopefully, about what I got.

And, yeah, I did get a doll.

I wasn’t planning on buying her, but she came home anyway. XD Any guesses?

-Loren

I’m Going to the GOTY Debut

Hey, darlings!

I’ll be at the D.C. American Girl store on January 1st. My dad is taking me (how many dads are willing to take their daughter to a pink store filled with dolls and excited girls?) and I’ll be getting lots of pictures of the new Girl of the Year, Gabriela McBride.

Are any of you going to be at the D.C. store for the GOTY’s debut? If so, I’d love to meet up with you! It’s my dream to meet my internet friends in real life.

Anyway, on the first, I’ll either post something new or update this with more information, like what time we’ll be arriving, what doll I’ll bring, etc.

I really hope I get to meet some of you. :D

-Loren

Holding on to Hope

GOTY 2016 Lea Clark American Girl

I was taking a walk one warm summer afternoon, with my dog Pete trotting by my side. Deep in thought, memories of my lost family swirled through my mind. The last time I had been with my mom, dad, and my older brother Zac was in . . . January? That sounded right. Mom and Dad took me to Brazil to visit Zac, who was living with some locals in the Amazon as part of his college experience. When our trip was over, my parents decided to stay a little longer and enjoy themselves, on a no-kids vacation. They had put me on a plane back to America, but I had somehow boarded the wrong flight. Instead of landing in St. Louis, Missouri, I had ended up here. Half a year later, I was still waiting for Mom and Dad to find me.

I glanced at Pete. He had a bandage tied around his front leg. When I first found him, the dog had had an awful limp. He still had that limp, but it was getting better.

“Pete,” I asked my pet, “are my parents still looking for me? Or have they given up? Because I’ve almost lost all hope.”

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Feet pounded against the asphalt behind me. I turned around and saw her: Elise Larkin, the newest girl in the family.

She waved cheerfully. “Hi, Eve! Hi, Pete!” She matched her stride to mine, walking along beside me. “Mind if I join you?”

I did mind, actually. I wanted to be alone.

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“Aww, hey, Pete!” Ellie cooed. Pete bounded over to her, yipping delightedly as she rubbed his ears.

I wanted to leave this place. Yes, I had friends: Tracy and Savannah and MJ and Nevaeh and more. But at that moment, all I really wanted was to be with my family, back home in St. Louis. Or at least for Ellie to go away.

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“So, hey, Eve,” Ellie began as we started walking again. “I know we’ve been living together for months, but the weird thing is, I don’t know you very well! I know you’re awesome and adventurous and good at sports and photography, but your past? Nope! I know nothing about that! So would you tell me about your family?”

I froze. “My . . . my family?” It was weird for her to bring that up now, when I’d just been thinking about them.

She nodded. “Yeah. Your family.”

Ellie was the only one who didn’t know about my past. She hadn’t been there in January when I’d shown up at the doorstep and poured out my whole story. There was really no harm in telling her. So I told her a short, to-the-point version of how I’d been separated from my family.

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“Aw, man. That’s sad,” she murmured when I had finished.

Sad. I didn’t want people to describe the story of my life with the word sad. Wonderful, brave, an adventure — those are the kinds of things my life should be described as.

“Well, you know, it’s kind of funny, actually.” Ellie was talking again; I was only half listening. “I don’t really know where I come from. All I remember is that I’m from Florida, and then I was just . . . here. At an airport nearby. There was a nice lady there — she looked a little like you, Eve! — and she gave me directions to this place. I haven’t thought about her in awhile. I wonder how she’s doing . . .?”

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Hope can make you completely irrational. I suddenly whirled on Ellie and grabbed her shoulders. “What did you say?” I demanded. “About the woman at the airport.”

“Uh, she — she looked like you. A little bit.” Ellie’s voice was unsure now. I felt her trembling beneath my grasp.

I pressed on. “Did she say what she was doing there? Was there anyone with her?”

Ellie looked on the verge of tears. “No!” she squeaked. “She was alone! But she did say that she was looking for someone!”

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I released Ellie and collapsed to the ground, feeling deflated. Whimpering, Pete stared at me imploringly, while Ellie stood off to the side, massaging her shoulders.

The woman at the airport . . . she had been searching for someone. Was it my mom? Was she searching for me? And if it was all true, then why hadn’t she found me yet?

“Eve?” Ellie whispered. “Just after I left the airport, there was a loud boom behind me. It might have made the news. Maybe the lady was featured. Do you want to go check?”

I rose unsteadily to my feet. Then I took off like a gunshot, my legs carrying me so fast that Ellie couldn’t keep up.

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Back home, we found the laptop sitting on Ivy’s rainbow comforter. I turned it on, brought up a news website, and looked through the archives. When did Ellie arrive? I asked myself. Early March. Look there. I kept hunting through the old stories until I found one that fit the bill. Right time, right location. The date was March 15th, 2016, and it was about a disturbance at a local airport.

A gun was fired in a local airport this evening. Officials say that only one was injured: a middle-aged woman named Melissa Cortez. She was taken to the hospital, where doctors are unsure if she will survive.

The shooter was caught and arrested.

Melissa Cortez has had a tragic life as of late. Her husband Mike and son Zac were killed in an accident in the Amazon rainforest. Her eleven-year-old daughter Eve went missing as of January 23rd, 2016.

UPDATE, 3/16/2016: Melissa Cortez was not able to recover, and passed away at the hospital. Perhaps she will be reunited with her loved ones in death.

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I felt numb. I thought my heart had stopped. Mom, Dad, and Zac . . . they had been dead for months, and I hadn’t known it. The world was caving in around me.

I shot a look at Ellie, sitting on the floor with Pete in her lap. I resented her. It was so unbelievably unfair that she had been with my mom on the day she died, and I hadn’t.

Even the sight of Ellie made me angry. Cheerful new-girl Elise Larkin, with her fancy strawberry blonde curls and neat little side bangs.

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She was so unafraid to speak her mind. I wished she had just kept her mouth shut and had never told me about meeting my mom at the airport.

Anything — even the false hope that my family was still searching for me — was better than this suffocatingly awful knowledge.

 -Loren

Who Should GOTY 2017 Be? Tag

GOTY tag

Hey, guys! Geeky_Girl from The Dolls of Texas nominated me for a really fun tag that she invented:
the Who Should GOTY 2017 Be? Tag.

American Girl, if you’re reading this post, start working on my GOTY idea. Please?

Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Answer the 10-15 questions given
  • Make 10 questions for the nominees to answer
  • Nominated 2-5 people

What is your GOTY’s name?

Lucina Rivera Ramirez.

How old is she?

13. I think it’s about time American Girl ventured outside of the eleven-year-old box they’re stuck in.

What are her hobbies?

Soccer, babysitting, performing magic tricks, and paintballing.

Where does she live?

Pennsylvania.

Does she have any siblings?

Three brothers: one older than her, two younger.

Friends?

Riley, the keeper on her all-girls soccer team. Matias, the boy who works at the concession stand at the soccer fields. Amara, a dramatic private schooler with a purple streak in her auburn hair (Lucina and Amara meet while paintballing).

Pets?

A box turtle. :)

What school does she go to?

Lucina and her siblings are homeschooled, though her older brother, Andrés, goes to public school.

Outfits in collection?

 Meet outfit: orange tank top, gray athletic shorts, a purple fabric headband, sneakers, and soccer ball earrings. Pajamas: old soccer jersey and soft pants. Casual: jean capris, a dark blue sweatshirt, white shirt with colorful geometric print, and a watch. She would also have a white and blue soccer uniform (complete with ball and water bottle),  a sequined black and white magic-show outfit (with top hat and bow tie), paint-splattered jeans and T-shirt for paintballing, and a lime green skater dress. And maybe she would have a Hershey Park T-shirt, since she lives in PA.

Random?

Well, I haven’t gotten to actually tell you what Lucina looks like yet, so I’ll do that. ;) She’s half Mexican, with skin the color of Josefina’s and black hair. Her hair would be a bit longer than Emily Bennett’s, and parted on the side. Lucina would have gray eyes — AG hasn’t made many dolls with eyes like that, and I think it would give her a unique look.

I hope you guys liked learning about my ideal GOTY!

I tag . . .

Anyone who likes Kanani!

Questions:

  • What is your GOTY’s name?
  • How old is she?
  • What does she look like?
  • What are her hobbies?
  • Where does she live?
  • Does she have any siblings?
  • Friends?
  • Pets?
  • What school does she go to?
  • Outfits in her collection?
  • Other?

If Lucina was a real doll, would you buy her?

-Loren