Wednesday, September 6, 2017

In which I, Kit, relate to you everything that has happened.

Hello, peeps! Kit here, come sit down on this comfortable chaise thing, just don't sit on mum, She's reading Harry Potter. Actually, go ahead and sit on her anyway, she probably won't notice. 
Wait, did I say mum??? Harry potter must be affecting me. ðŸ˜ģ
Besides that! We are currently back in August, in a rented house, South Carolina, the day before the eclipse, whose date I can't be bothered to remember. We came with my mom's Oma, and two of Oma's friends; miss Jade and miss Julia. Miss Jade has seven grandchildren, and she told us about lego land, I really want to go! Though if we do go, mom better bring me. Miss Julia is a favorite of Daisy, Wakko, and Bubbles, she pushes them on the swing, and listens to their long rambly stories. And Oma is Oma, so nice. 🙂
(When mama graduates high school, Oma might take her on a trip! She better bring me then!)

 Its a very nice house, living room, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, a deck, and this little screened-in porch. 

This picture didn't turn out how I wanted it to be.
Oh, and do you like my outfit? I got it for my birthday, which we celebrated right before we left. And actually, mom read That Harry potter book she's reading (it's The half-blood prince) on the drive here, then when we got here, she explored and then started reading it again, which she's doing now. My mom is very weird. She said she needed to be able to remember all the questions that are going to be answered in the last one. She also says its really good, but whatever they find out in the next one, she's never forgiving Snape. 

ooooh, this photo turned out much better!

There was an old car shed-thing in the back, it had a broken fridge in it, and this empty window that look out to this red crepe myrtle. 

Focus on me....

And on the plant...
hmmm, not quite.

Should I make one of these my new profile photo?

Here is a lovely view of half the back yard. The front yard was really tiny and messy, but the back is big and nice- in care and looks. 🙂

There were some cute pink flowers growing along the fence on the other side of the yard. 🌞

Look! I discovered a secret staircase under the deck!

Then I go hot, and went back inside. I relaxed, and read Harry Potter over mama's shoulder. 😛

Then it was time for bed, and I changed, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my book to read before going to sleep. And yes, that is Unfogging the future. I have studying to do.

I wanted the chaise, but mom made me a bed on the floor with a few of the many pillows. There were like 8 of them! (I also got mom's throw blanket. It was very comfortable.) 

The next day was the day the actual eclipse happened. Mama had finished her book, and the whole family spent most of the day out, so I settled down on a pile of pillows and watched out of mama's eyes. Did anybody tell you that we dolls can do that? We may not have told you, but it comes in handy when you go to see a movie that we want to see, but you didn't bring us with you. ðŸ˜Ą Ahem. They went to a cute little deli, and used an adorable old coke machine that sold cokes for a dime, came back for a quick lunch, and then went to the playground down the street. Mama doesn't like coke, so I got in an argument with a pair of impertinent legos over who got to drink the coke. Whatever they tell you, know that I won. (no, no, I would never exaggerate) 
So I watched them walk to the playground, and miss Julia taught them how to play 'crocodile' where one person has their eyes closed, and they have to find everybody else. Everybody else can only stay on the playground equipment, and they get in corners, hang off, and climb on the outside to try to stay out of reach of the croc. The croc has their eyes shut, but they can go on the equipment and the ground. Grand-dad, (Mom's dad) made everything harder, like knocking on the bars where someone was standing, so then the croc would find them. Or picking up some of the littles when the croc was getting close, and carrying them over to a different part of the playground. But besides that, it was really fun. 🙂

Ivy and Thorin were jumping off the swings, not very high, but comparing landings and distance when mom was making commentary, acting as if they were in the Olympics. Then while the rest of the kids were checking out their new solar eclipse glasses, mama tried jumping off the swing. It wasn't that bad, but the swing had barely been moving so she tried again, going a little higher this time. Also not bad, but almost fell over. She got more confident and tried again, going at a nice comfortable pace. She landed---aaaaaand fell over backwards, getting sand in her pockets. How does Ivy do it? She usually looks like she's about to fall forwards, and Thorin lands like a sailor without his sea legs, but he stays upright. Well, mom tried it again, and this time when she landed one leg slid forward while the other slid back, and she ended up on one knee, with a hand on the ground, and the other in a dramatic flare. I was quite impressed, while mama stayed in that position for a moment, trying to figure out how she did that.
So mom, Thorin and Ivy kept practicing their jumping, pausing frequently to check on the moon's progress. It looked like a small puddle of melted cheese with a bite taken out of it.

But when it got dark was when it got really cool!
So all this time, you can't see a difference unless you have the glasses on. But then in the last thirty seconds before the sun is completely covered, it looks a little dimmer, like just before sunset. And you lay back and look at the sun though your glasses, and you can SEE the moon moving over the last sliver. And your glasses go dark so you pull them off and lo and behold! Its as dark as night, the street lights have turned on, the temperature has gone down, and there's a big black hole in the sky, ringed with a glow of light. Its SO cool. And you get to admire it for about two minutes, and then this little speck of light shows up in the corner, and it spreads a line of light cutting the dark circle in half, and it looks like the death star. 😛 And you're taking glances through your glasses at the re-appearing sun, but you're mostly just watching everything get brighter around you, its like watching the sunrise that you didn't get to watch this morning because you slept in. Oh wait, that was mom who slept in, not me.
But boy, was it awesome.
It was also awesome getting to eves drop on my mom's thoughts, even if they were mostly about sewing. Well, earlier they were about ninja, which was fun, but then she started thinking about sewing ninja suits, and she started thinking about patterns, and seams, and where could she buy black linen. I mean, come on. 😑
Anyways, I've talked for quite a bit, ad nothing interesting happened after that, (We went home the next day) and I'm hungry. See you later!

Well peeps, lets chat it up! Did you see the eclipse? Have you every played 
crocodile? Which of those photos should be my profile? How did you
 like The half-blood prince? Or have you not read it yet?
 How cool are your landings when you jump off the swing?

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

CWWC #8 (last one)

Hey everyone! I'm so sorry I didn't write the last one, and I have no excuse. 😕 But I'm doing this one. 😃

Loren, thank you so much for hosting this! It was fun. 🙂 I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them. 


I stepped inside the gas station, greeted by a warn blast of air that melted the snow off my coat and hair. It was empty, not strange, considering this time of night, except for the cashier, a bored looking blonde woman with bright pink eye shadow. 
I walked up to the counter, and she blew a large green bubble of gum, popping it as I reached her. "Whadda ya want?" She asked indifferently. 
"Well, I got lost, and I would like to know where I am please."
"And why should I care? No one stays in the Valley for very long. Why should I help ya leave?"  
"Maybe they would stay longer if you were a little more polite." I muttered to myself. Luckily, she had chosen this moment to pop another bubble, so she didn't hear me. "So, is that this place's name? Valley?" 
"I've never heard of it."
She snorted. "O'course ya haven't."
I was getting frustrated. "How do I get out of here?"
"There's a freeway exit around here somewhere, probably towards the north. Now listen hon, are ya leavin'? Or are ya goin' ta jabber all night?" 
I gave a small sigh. 
"Thank you for your help." I turned and walked out the door, I could hear her snort again behind me, and the sound of another popping bubble as I opened the door. I stepped out, instantly enveloped in a cold blast of winter wind. I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets, trying to retain some warmth. As I shuffled out to my car, I saw a blurry figure bent over the hood. What? Who is that, and what are they doing to my car? It's my only way out of here! I picked up the pace, but by the time I got there, the blurry figure was gone. The light snowfall has already given my car a dusting, and I see words written on the windshield: we should talk
Writing Prompt
I stand there, confused. How am I supposed to talk to them, whoever it is, if I don't even know who they are? And if I could find them, how do I know that they aren't really kidnappers? Then I notice a piece of paper tucked under the window wiper. It's a brochure for a hotel, I recognise it, we have one back home. It's large, popular, and safe. There's also directions, it's about 30 miles from here. I brush the snow off the windshield and get in the car, I could use some sleep. And this hotel sounds just about perfect. And if I find that person, maybe I'll talk to them.
Just maybe.   


Ok, no more writing, don't worry, though Loren has kept me very busy with that. 😄 The next post will either be some pictures of the dolls ready for hogwarts, or Kit's account on where we went. 
Have a beautiful day!

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them.


A young woman was running. She didn't spare a glance for the sign propped against a tree:

As she ran, she looked behind her. People were coming into sight, shouting, carrying torches and swords. The young woman kept going. "I don't want you to find me yet." She muttered to herself. "Preferably never."
She slowed down to a walk, the woods had gotten thicker. There were no birds singing, just an occasional crow. As she pushed past thorny bushes, she grumbled to herself about wearing wedges. "Worst pair of shoes ever." "Why am I wearing these things again?" "I should go barefoot instead." "But then, some shoes are better than no shoes." A snarl tore the air, and she froze. She slowly looked about her, and her eyes lit up when she spotted a tree with branches close to the ground. But then she glanced back at her shoes and looked despairing. They were rather tall wedges, and held on with several buckled straps. Her face said that there was no way she was getting those off in time to climb. Another snarl, and she noticed a pair of glowing green eyes in the shadows. "Oh dear." It didn't matter if she could climb of not. It could climb as well. Then a 'thwap!' and a yowl, and the eyes disappeared as a large animal ran off. The young woman turned around, and saw a young man dressed in green and brown, lowering his bow.  "Ethan!" She cried, clearly delighted. 
"Helen, what are you doing here? Are you all right?" He asked, a look of concern on his face. "Well... I really don't know." She said, looking troubled. "I was at the market, and then I heard the strange horn again, and this time they all decided to arrest me, so I ran, and I'm really tired, these stupid shoes are killing my feet, and what about my family? I don't know whether they're being affected by the strange horn, or if the villagers are arresting them as well..." She started to cry, and Ethan came over and hugged her. 
"It'll be alright," He said, "I'll take you home, and then go check on your family." Helen nodded, her tears slowing. Ethan picked her up, and carried her, while she gazed out behind them, thinking, wondering, and remembering things that only she knew about.


That was a little short and odd, but oh well. Expect a more interesting post soon! (that is, as soon as I finish reading harry potter)

Saturday, August 19, 2017


(come on girls, the shire is winning! step it up!)


I'm getting tired
Mentally tired. 😛
But anyway, here's my story.
Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed the pictures where I used them.


I hurried down the hall, unsure of where I was, or how I got there. I had curled up on the sofa at home, letting my mind wander, and then woke up here. It was very strange, and I wasn't sure whether I was dreaming or not. I had passed rooms full of old book, rooms of odd contraptions, and rooms full of glowing bottles. I glanced into another room and gave a start. 
Execution of the butterfly
A young man stood there, blind folded, wrists bound, and what where those on the wall behind him? Bones? Wing bones? No, no, they must be branches. But who would put branches like that on the wall? And then stand in front of them? I shook my head and continued. 
I walked outside and gasped.
The landscape was incredible. Mountains, beautiful waterfalls, and- gulp. And very far fall. And out on a rocky outcrop was a person in a cloak. "All this weirdness," I muttered. "and then there's you."
rainydaysandblankets: “ And Then You // Greg Laswell ”
I did not want to deal with this. I turned, and started making my way down the mountain. It was very narrow and steep, and as I scrambled onto an overhang, I slipped-
I screamed- and I woke up, whacking my head on the floor. I sat up, rubbing my head. Thank goodness it was only a dream.


That was terrible. 🙈
Well, I'm off. I also won't be back for a bit, so I might miss cwwc #6. But when I get back, Kit will have a post for you!
What did you think of my story? Do you think that first prompt is weird? 
Kind of cool, but still really weird. Me and my siblings just binge 
watched most of ninjago season 3 last night. Have 
you ever done something like that?

Tuesday, August 15, 2017


Hello girls! 
My birthday is sometime next week, (won't tell you when!) and I get to read Harry potter and the half-blood prince so yaaaaaay! And so I'm re-reading the rest of the series. :) And writing stories, and wishing the weather would either cool down or heat up, just make up your mind already. I also had a dream a few nights ago that I met Jaclynn and Emma, and I was really disappointed when I woke up and it was just a dream. 😛
Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them. 
I'm also continuing from the third story.


It was my 13th birthday.
I was sitting at the dinning room table, smiling, my family gathered around. I was looking at my birthday cake, a beautiful, light lavender with pick icing spelling out 'you're so pretty' 
After everyone had admired it, my mom stuck the candles in and lit them, and they began to sing. "Happy birthday to you" My little sisters wobbly high voice rose above theirs, and My grin grew wider. I loved my family. I loved my cake. I loved my sister. 

I sat up and yawned, shaking my head to clear it. I looked around the blank cell, which wasn't that bad for a jail. Just incredibly boring. White floor. White ceiling. White bed with white sheets. White door. Locked. It had a small window that looked into a white hall. White walls. Well, not all of them. On one side of the room, was a small white table with a paint set. Whoever had stayed here before had started painting planets on the wall, against a black back round. I got up, twisting my hair into a messy bun, and walked over, picking up the paintbrush. I wasn't skilled enough to finish the planets, but I could fill in the in between parts.
I dipped the brush in the black paint and started touching up where the paint had been spread too thin. It wasn't the most interesting thing to do, but it wasn't boring either. It was so quiet I could practically hear my heart beating. I was about to start humming, anything to interrupt this quiet, when I heard the faint muffled sound of footsteps. I put down the brush and hurried over to the door, peering out of the small window. The footsteps came closer, and then they came into view. The tall pale man, who had locked me up here, followed by two other men, who were keeping a tight hold on someone very small. She lifted her head and I gasped. It was Catherine, my sister! She looked thinner, her hair was matted, and she never spoke, never made a sound, but the look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen. 
writing prompt
I've used this prompt before. 😆
Her eyes had that small sparkle in them, that she always gets whenever she's going to cause some trouble. "No," I whispered, more to myself, since she couldn't hear me. "no, Cathy, it's not gonna work! You're to small!" She gave me a glance, and even a bit of a smile, before she went into action. She turned her head and bit the arm holding her on the left, while she kicked the rights man's shins. I heard yells and thumps, but I was gone. I had broken one of the legs off the small table when I had first arrived, but I had not done anything with it. If I broke the window on the door, it was too small to climb out of, and it wouldn't matter that I could reach the knob from the outside, since I didn't have a key or a way to pick the lock. So I had just propped the leg back under the table and waited. I yanked the leg out from under the table and the paints went flying, spattering the room with color, though I didn't stop to look. I ran back over to the door and swung hard at the window. It cracked, and with the next swing it shattered. I was surprised that they still hadn't managed to get Cathy under control, but then, maybe it wasn't so surprising. I reached through the window and whacked the tall thin man on the head with me new weapon. He went down, it was quite satisfying. The other two were harder. I whacked them whenever they came close enough, and Cathy kept kicking and hitting. they finally went down, or at least surrendered. They gave me Cathy the key to my cell, and she unlocked it. Then we locked them in it, and I gave Cathy a hug, while she smiled and chattered about how she knew I was going to find her, and she had nothing eat but mac n cheese and oatmeal for dayyyys, and the books were boring, and they kept asking her where the fairies were, but she wouldn't tell them, and- Wait, fairies? But I shook it out of my mind. We needed to get out. "Come on Cathy," I told her. "Let's go home." I took her hand, and we walked off. We hadn't noticed that the tall thin man had vanished.


Ok, I think it needs another part. 😆

Have a beautiful day! 

What do you think of this story? Is it weird? I think it should 
have another part, what do you think? Do you ever
dream about meeting other bloggers?

Thursday, August 10, 2017


Hey everybody! 🙋

Loren, I used all three prompts, and placed them where I used them.


There it was, the house from my dream. I trudged up to it, a little wary, but not too concerned. I had been dreaming about it for the past few days, and if my dreams were to be trusted, I could find what I needed here.
What I needed was my sister. 
I remembered how she used to cling to my hand and look at me so trustingly, with echos my mother's voice saying "You're her big sister. She's going to look up to you."
But now she was gone, leaving only a feather that looked like it came from a fairy tale.
That's when I started to dream.
I shook off the memories and went up the stairs.
I stepped in the door and looked around. Everything was just like in my dreams, and I knew where to go. As I turned and started walking out of the room, I noticed something out of place from the corner of my eye.
Something was written on one of the bricks creating the white fireplace.

Blasphemy // Bring Me The Horizon
ASK NO QUESTIONS AND YOU'LL GET NO LIES it claimed. I shivered. That hadn't been in any of my dreams, I wondered why.
I shook it off and turned into the main bedroom and scanned the shelves that lined the room. They were full of large, old books, but I was looking for one in particular. I spotted it at the end of a shelf. It was a smaller book, and I had dreamed this part many times over. I pulled it out, this was where I would get my answers, what happened to my sister, how to get her back, and where the feather came from. I placed it on the bed and opened it. 
Oh no.

The pages where burnt, and what wasn't burnt was water stained to be unreadable. No no no, this couldn't be true! I was supposed to get my answers, but my dream had been wrong, and- 
What was that?
I turned around, and saw a tall, thin man standing in the doorway. "Now, now, now," He said. "I did try to warn you. But now I'm afraid, you shall meet the same fate as your sister." I was startled. "You've seen my sister?" I asked. This guy was creepy, but maybe I could figure out how to get to her. He just smiled evilly. "tut, tut, tut." He said. "Ask no questions, and you'll get no lies." I heard footsteps behind me, and everything went black.


Don't worry, I'll continue it. 😉
I really had no idea where I was going with this story, so it was kind of fun! Like, funner than normal. 😂 
I've got some more photos to drown you with, but not many are about dolls. hmm. I should take one on a photo shoot. Oh! I've also (finally) got a craft I should post. And I feel like I should do another dollhouse tour, what do you think?
What did you think of my story? Do you want it to be continued? 
Should I do another dollhouse tour? We've been having a cool 
mini streak, what's your weather like?

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

weekend trip part 2

Yeah, so Oma goes to Russia, and buys all of us matryoshka dolls! All seven of us, plus one for my mom, some metal soldiers for the boys, Thorin and Wakko, in case they weren't to interested in nesting dolls, and a mug and hat for my dad. 
Oma is so awesome.
That was a rather abrupt greeting.
I got an awesome-but-will-probably-end-looking-terrible plan for my siblings Christmas gifts. Yes, it's August, and yes, Christmas isn't in forever, but when you have 6 curious siblings you have to start early because 1, there is SIX of them, and 2, your time without them is limited.
To the post.
I got a beautiful girl, purple and red, and scroll down to see how small she gets. 

Look at that! That biggest one is a little more than 8", and the smallest is like a 1/4". It's crazy! (I also added a bit of color to the two smallest when I got home.)

Another picture of the morning. 🌅
We went out on the beach, and it was looking stormy, and the other kids just wanted to make sand castles, and I didn't, and I also needed a bit of introvert recharge, since my recharge time is either gone or shortened on vacation. So remember this?
See the thing that the jet skis are one? Well, I waded out there and sat on the far end, with my feet danging in the water. I looked out towards the bridge, or up at the sky, relaxed, kicked my feet in the water and talked to myself. Not loudly, just softly talked to myself, about whatever came to my mind. I was thinking talking about legos when I realized that Thorin was sneaking up on me, with Ivy behind, hoping to eavesdrop. Hopeless, Throin, Hopeless. You should have tried to get Ivy to do it, she would have gotten farther. Needless to say, I whirled around and chased to two of them across the beach, Ivy first. Since she's faster, I need to do it when I have the wind, then when I'm tired and satisfied, I chase down Thorin, who's easier to catch. We had a quick argument about what counts as weird, and I went back to my spot, splashing and talking to myself. It's become my new favorite place. 🙂

look at that strip of blue!

We were going home, and got ice cream. ðŸĶI also wrote some of a book I'm plotting, and its longer than I expected. But I stopped because I was trying to figure out everyone's name, and my siblings were reading over my shoulder and making fun. So I elbowed them. With 'the elbows of doom!' as Ivy and Thorin have named them. 😏

We got home, and I spotted a lovely cloud over the next door neighbors house.

And the crepe myrtle was blooming, so I tried to get some pictures. 

I love crepe myrtles. ❤

Have a wonderful day! 
Does that matryoshka get ridiculous tiny or what? Do you mind vacation 
posts? I hope not, because I got another one. 
Do your siblings drive you nuts?
 Do you like crepe myrtles?