Goodbye?

Juggling two blogs has been way too complicated. But don’t worry–I’m not completely leaving the community!

What I’m saying is, I won’t be using this blog anymore. I’m still gonna leave it up on the web, so you can still look back at old posts. But you HAVE to go follow my other blog, Flourishing by Restful Falls. Because I’ll post doll blogs over there (along with FBRF‘s posts)!

And FBRF followed all the doll blogs DollDIYs followed so I can still read all the awesome blog posts I couldn’t live without :).

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I’ll be posting about the AG store in Boston over there in a week or two. So if you wanna see that you better go follow my other blog!

Thanks for all your support over here, on DollDIYs.

See you over at Flourishing by Restful Falls! Really–go follow it, now.

♥Hayley

 

 

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Protesting Winter With Watermelons

It was -10 degrees. The image of 3 feet of white snow outside my window danced across my eyes, trying to deceive me with its sparkle. But I was too smart to fall into its trap.

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The bitter chill made me shiver excitedly for spring and bundle up in my soft flannel blanket. Mom, insanely, expected me to get up and do schoolwork. My sister and I protested and instead read Magician’s Nephew without taking our warm toes out of our aligned beds.

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As Kayla and I read aloud about Uncle Andrew’s horrid plans to abandon Polly in the unknown world, I decided my warm world of flannel and fleece was too wonderful to leave. But I also planned that this Narnia-like day was a perfect one for finally posting a cheery, warm blog I wrote last fall.

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Guess what I have? A doll-sized watermelon! My sister’s garden stored mini watermelon, which she decided to pick before the ground froze.

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Here is farmer Emily in the corn patch; I thought the picture was cute. 🙂

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And the watermelon was the perfect size for an American Girl doll.

I cut one. It was the light green color of immaturity all the way through. It tasted like the green part of a watermelon piece that you try not to eat. My grandma was visiting and thought I was weird, exclaiming “You’re gonna eat that, girl?” I love my nana, she’s great. 🙂

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I hope this reminded you of how glorious summer is. Soon, this snow will be gone and we’ll be able to relax on the sand by the lake. (Maybe then I’ll post my blog of Emily in her first New England snow.) 🙂

Talk to ya’ll soon,

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Merry Christmas!

Hi everyone,
Wow, is it really Christmas? That means my birthday is in 5 days! 2014 has flown by so quickly. (At least that’s how I feel.)

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Here are all the doll presents from my sisters and parents. They all are so cute, many of them are homemade, even the boxes. And I love them so much! The biggest gift I got was supplies for making my dollhouse! My dad gave it to me. I am so happy because I have been wanting to make one ever since I moved (8 months ago). What an awesome way to do DIYs, right along with your amazing dad. Thank You!

I hope the rest of your Christmas is merry. 🙂
Merry Christmas everybody.

hayley

Me and Hayley’s doll

Hi everyone!

(Hayley told me I had to say that.)

My name is Bixby; I’m Hayley’s puppy. I am a two-year old, black Labradoodle. I really love to be hugged and petted. Oh and Hayley says I’m a good writer. I think that is what I want to be when I grow up!

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So I want to tell you a story of Hayley’s doll, Emily, and me. After Hayley’s family rescued me, I discovered she kept creepy mini humans (she calls them american dolls or something), and her mommy seemed totally fine with it! Well I’m warming up to them, so they’re not so creepy anymore. (It helped that they gave me treats from their tiny hands.) So here is my story:

I was sitting on the step, just chillin’ in the sun and lettin’ my hair blow. Thinkin’ about the smell of Hayley’s lunch today, I was hoping I’d get a few leftovers with my dinner. Then… Hayley came out with her American Doll, or whatever it is, and her camera. (That’s what she calls that black box with a strap that makes a click noise when she points it at me and clicks a button.) I thought she was going to pet me, but instead she set her doll down against me and snapped a lot of pictures.

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For the first one she took, I was upset at Hayley for not petting me so I was ignoring her…

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But I couldn’t stand not paying attention to Emily, because she smelled like cupcakes!

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I was trying to figure out what she had gotten into, and guess what I found?! There was a trace of orange cake with chocolate icing on her shoulder!

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THEN the wierd elf-like human was moving! I nearly had a heart attack! But I noticed pretty quickly she was just falling, I kinda… forgot she wasn’t alive….

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Then, with a kiss, I told Hayley I was sorry for ruining her pictures and ignoring her. 🙂 She loves me…….

I hope you guys liked my writing. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 Hayley just taught me how to do that smile, so I had to do a lot.

Thank you Hayley for letting me post on your site. 🙂 Bye 🙂

Bixby

If Gummy Bears Were Ants

Hi everyone, Julie here!

My sisters and I made writing journals just like Hayley’s. (Hayley’s a writer.)

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And we will be posting some of our writing.

Today I wrote a “what if…” entry. So here it is!

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What if red and white, sticky gummy bears lived in ant holes? I would be digging all day!                                                                  And my hands would be filthy like dad’s after work. I would also be suffering from a horrible tummy ache,  after a long day of digging (and eating)!

Well that is what I wrote in my ‘what if…” section in my writing journal! I hope you enjoyed it, Talk to you soon! Bye!

Julie

P.S. If you want to write a “what if..” paragraph, read this:

It can be silly like, “What if moms everywhere insisted that cotton candy was the perfect afternoon snack for every child, everywhere, every day?” Or more serious ones like, “What if Todd Beamer had not gotten on flight 93 one chilly September morning 13 years ago?”