Friday, May 31, 2013

I'm a driver!

Woohoo! I just got my drivers license! I took the driving test last Saturday and failed with a 74, but then I retook it yesterday and got a 94! I'm so glad to have that over with. :)

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Simply Dollightful - My Doll Blog

Even though I no longer play with my American Girl dolls, I still enjoy their hair, fashion, and crafts.  Recently, I found that there are a ton of AG bloggers out in the blogging world, so I decided to start my own! I called it Simply Dollightful. Knowing who the followers of this blog are, I understand if you're like "what the heck? doll stuff? booooring!" Hahahaha. But I though I'd let you know, anyway. :)

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Excerpt of the Week

Hi all! I know I didn't post one last week, but I was on vacation and it slipped my mind.

The Railway Children by Edith Nesbit - Chapter 13

  "I say," said Peter, musingly, "wouldn't it be jolly if we all were in a book and you were writing it? Then you could make all sorts of jolly things happen, and make Jim's legs get well at once and be all right tomorrow, and Father come home soon and-"
  "Do you miss your Father very much?" Mother asked, rather coldly, Peter thought.
  "Awfully," said Peter, briefly.
  Mother was enveloping and addressing the second letter.
  "You see," Peter went on slowly, "you see it's not only him being Father, but now he's away there's no other man in the house but me - that's why I want Jim to stay so frightfully much. Wouldn't you like to be writing that book with us all in it, Mother, and make Daddy come home soon?"
   Peter's mother put her arm round him suddenly, and hugged him in silence for a minute. Then she said:
  "Don't you think it's rather nice to think that we're in a book that God's writing?  If I were writing a book, I might make mistakes. But God knows how to make the story end just right - in the way that's best for us."
  "Do you really believe that, Mother?"  Peter asked quietly.
  "Yes," she said, "I do believe it - almost always - except when I'm so sad that I can't believe anything.  But even when I can't believe it, I know it's true - and I try to believe it. You don't know how I try, Peter. Now take the letters to the post and don't lets be sad any more. Courage, courage! that's the finest of all the virtues! I dare say Jim will be here for two or three weeks yet."
  For what was left of the evening Peter was so angelic that Bobbie feared he was going to be ill. She was quite relieved in the morning to find him plaiting Phyllis's hair on the back of her chair in quite his old manner.

Adorable custom order!

I got a custom order a little while ago for a shirt, shorts, and shoes.  I had never made these shorts before, so I had to make two pairs in order to get it all right. I just love the way it turned out! So classy but fun! Here are some photos:

The whole outfit!

I love the stripes, they make such a great contrast!

These shorts even have little pockets! and a real fly!

I had fun making this outfit, but I'm glad to be done so that I can move on with my sewing!  It's so cute I almost wish I could keep it!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

My shop was featured?!

This week two of my items were featured on different blogs! My TOMS were featured on Doll Mag, and my chevron dress on My American Girl's Story!  I didn't even know about it until today; thanks girls!

Vacation Photos!

Hey All! We had an awesome vacation, and I've finally got all my pics uploaded to the computor!  Here are some of my favorites: (sorry about the long line, I tried to do it differently but Blogger has terrible photo problems)
Sunrise at our first campground

An awesome view on a strenuous hike 

The steps leading to the top of Vernal  Falls. The trail was soaking wet with spray from the waterfall and water was pouring down the steps! I felt like a hobbit traveling through Rivendell!

All the colors were truly this vibrant!

At the top of Vernal Falls

Nevada Falls

A little bird on the restroom sign. He just sat there, watching us and guarding his nest! 


The boys and Dad with a giant fallen Redwood

This path seemed like something out of a fairy tale

Joe's little friend :)

The reflection of the trees in the river at our last campground                                                   
The first seven are from Yosemite, and the rest are along the way or from the Redwood forest.  Note: None of these pictures have been edited. :)

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

An Update: The Weird Sleepingwalking Tale

Hi all,  I tried to post this on Sunday, but we left the hotel (and therefore wifi) too quickly. We've left Yosemite now, and are on our way to see the Redwoods. Yosemite was AMAZING!!!! I will post photos next week.

Anyway, this is something that happened Saturday night at a hotel:

First off, I have to explain our sleeping situation from one side of the room to the other (we were all lined up): me in a sleeping bag on an air mattress, Joe (my youngest brother) on the same, Will and then Thomas sharing a bed, and our mom then our dad sharing another bed.

Now for the story:  I woke up at what we suppose was about midnight, because someone was walking around on my air mattress. At first I supposed someone was walking to the bathroom, cause my mattress rather blocked the pathway, however, when the bouncing didn't stop, I got rather annoyed (slow to anger was never my strong suit).  Still half-asleep, I realized it was Joe, and asked him what he was doing; whatever his answer was, it didn't make any sense.  I then proceeded to yell at him in a whisper, telling him to stop doing whatever he was doing and go to bed! According to my mom, I was pretty crazy, haha.  Falling asleep, I was again awoken, this time by someone fiddling with my feet! Once more, I asked him what he was doing, and he indignantly said he was "trying to make something!"  I stared at him, grew angry once more, then thought that maybe he was trying to fix my sleeping bag or something (why? I don't have a clue). So I told that he didn't need to, and to go back to bed (I immediately thought of James and Ethan).  Drifting off, I felt Joe tug on my sleeping bag, and informed him that it was mine, not his. "Oh" he said, and then proceeded to clamber underneath my bag, with me in it! On telling him what he was doing, he stared at me, then walked off. He crept up (like a T-rex) to where Thomas was sleeping, and my mom presented to him the age old inquiry, "what are you doing?"  "I was just doing stuff in my room," he answered calmly.  "Are you awake?" She asked. "I'm talking to you, aren't I?!"  He protested. It was at this point that I realized he was asleep, and not being weird. Mom said, "Do you know that your bed's on the floor?" "Yes!" "I'll show you where it is" "I already know!" (He said everything angrily). Mom then led him to his mattress, and began searching for his sleeping bag, which she found near my feet. When she told him to get in it, he said "I am in my sleeping bag!"  He was in his pillowcase!! Hahahahaha, I was laughing so hard! After she got him out of that, he started to snuggle down underneath his bag, so she asked him if he wanted to get in it. To this he again replied that he was in it, and immediately went to sleep!

That was quite an experience, I don't think I'll forget that in a hurry!

Friday, May 10, 2013

"Let's pack up and move to California..."

Okay, we're not moving to California, but we are going on vacation there. :D  As we live in Washington, it's gonna be a 16 hour drive in all, so we're splitting it up between two days, but that's still a long time in the car.  Anyway, my point is that I'm hoping to post updates and photos on our trip when we have wifi (we're camping over half the time).

  Here are my top things to do on long car ride (in random order):
1. Listen to music:  if its playing throughout the car we all sing along!
2. Play hangman on my iPod with someone else.
3. Do complicated dot-to-dots: I really do have a book of these, and when I'm done I color them in!
4. Listen to an audio drama: Odyssey, Jonathan Park, or Radio Theatre.
5. Read comic books: Little Lulu and Tubby mostly, some Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse. I can't read easily in the car, it makes me feel sick, but not so much if I look up a lot.

In case you didn't know, my title is a quote from Hawk Nelson's song California.

Excerpt of the Week

Anne's House of Dreams by L M Montgomery   Chapter 22

     Miss Cornelia dropped in that afternoon, puffing a little.
     "I don't mind the world or the devil much, but the flesh does rather bother me,"  she admitted. "You always look as cool as a cucumber, Anne dearie. Do I smell cherry pie?  If I do, ask me to stay for tea. Haven't tasted a cherry pie all summer. My cherries have all been stolen by those scamps of Gilman boys from the Glen."
     "Now, now, Cornelia," remonstrated Captain Jim, who had been reading a sea novel in a corner of the living room, "you shouldn't say that about those two poor, motherless little Gilman boys, unless you've got certain proof. Jest because their father ain't none too honest isn't any reason for calling them thieves. It's more likely it's been the robins took your cherries. They're turrible thick this year."
      "Robins!" said Miss Cornelia disdainfully. "Humph! Two-legged robins, believe me!"
      "Well, most of the Four Winds robins are constructed on that principle," said Captain Jim gravely.
       Miss Cornelia stared at him for a moment. Then she leaned back in her rocker and laughed long and ungrudgingly.
      "Well, you have got one on me at last, Jim Boyd, I'll admit. Just look how pleased he is, Anne, dearie, grinning like a Chessy-cat. As for the robins' legs, if robins have great, big, bare, sunburned legs, with ragged trousers hanging on 'em, such as I saw up in my cherry tree one morning at sunrise last week, I'll beg the Gilman boys' pardon. By the time I got down they were gone. I couldn't understand how they had disappeared so quick, but Captain Jim has enlightened me. They flew away, of course."
      Captain Jim laughed and went away, regretfully declining an invitation to stay to supper and partake of cherry pie. 

In case you didn't know, this is the fifth book in the Anne of Green Gables series. :)

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Flower Photos

H'lo there, these are some photos I took within this week. They're not as good as I'd like, owing to wind and super bright sunshine, but they're pretty nonetheless.

Eastern Redbud


Bridal Wreath Spirea

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Olivia on iTunes!

Hey all, I have some exciting news! My bestie, Olivia Smith, just got her song put on iTunes! Just search Olivia Smith and click on the song called Masterpiece. It's really cool, so check it out!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Famous Quotes :D

"My copying is original"  ~ Christina L

"Procrastination is a way of showing you believe in tomorrow"   ~ Will L

"My disclaimers have disclaimers"   ~ Olivia S (my friend)

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Excerpt of the Week

It's a good thing I do this cause otherwise I wouldn't post anything. :)

 - Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain - Chapter 14

  'Why Huck, doan' de French people talk de same way we does?'
  'No, Jim; you couldn't understand a word they said - not a single word.'
  'Well, now, I be ding-busted!  How do dat come?'
  'I don't know; but it's so.  I got some of their jabber out of a book.  S'pose a man was to come up to you and say Polly-voo-franzy - what would you think?'
  'I wouldn' think nuff''n; I'd take en bust him over de head - dat is, if he weren't white.  I wouldn't 'low no nigger to call me dat.'
  'Shucks, it ain't calling you anything.  It's only saying, do you know how to talk French?'
  'Well, den, why couldn't he say it?'
  'Why, he is a-saying .  That's a Frenchman's way of saying it.'
  'Well, it's a blame ridiklous say, en I doan' want to hear no mo' 'bout it.  Dey ain' no sense in it.'
  'Looky here, Jim; does a cat talk like we do?'
  'No, a cat don't'
  'Well, does a cow?'
  'No, a cow don't, nuther.'
  'Does a cat talk like a cow, or a cow talk like a cat?'
  'No, dey don't'
  'It's natural and right for 'em to talk different from each other, right?'
  'And ain't it natural and right for a cat and a cow to talk different from us?'
  'Why, mos' sholy it is.'
  'Well, then, why ain't it natural and right for a frenchman to talk different from us?  You answer me that.'
  'Is a cat a man, Huck?'
  'Well, den, dey ain't no sense in a cat talkin' like a man.  Is a cow a man? - er is a cow a cat?'
  'No, she ain't either of them.'
  'Well, den, she ain't got no business to talk like either one er the yuther of 'em.  Is a Frenchman a man?'
  'Well den? Dad blame it, why doan' he talk like a man? You answer me dat!'
  I see it warn't no use wasting words - you can't learn a nigger to argue.  So I quit.

(In case you didn't know, this is a conversation between Huckleberry Finn and the nigger Jim. Huck is the narrator in the last sentence.)