Collab with Elysium!

Collab with elysium!

Hello, everybody! Today is a very special day – I am doing my first collaborative post ever with the very special Elysium from An Author’s Odyssey! As you um, may have guessed from the title? In case you have never checked out Elysium’s blog – um, hello, WHYAREYOUSTILLHERE????? Go check it out and follow! Her blog is all about writing and she posts writing prompts every Sunday, as well as an example short story every Tuesday. I really look forward to her prompts, and I know you will too! So check it out here and be sure to follow!

The way our collab works is Elysium and I agreed on a prompt and my dolls are each writing a short story to go along with it! The prompt we chose is “Worst Fears.” And without further ado . . . here are the stories!

Crystal’s Story

“I cannot wait for the dance tomorrow!” Jess giggles excitedly.

“Me neither,” I tell her, swinging my bundle of shopping bags. Jess and I are at the mall, shopping for Spring Formal. We’re both freshmen, so this is our first one. My best friend and I both love clothes, so we’re downtown at the mall today, picking out the perfect dresses.

We head into the cooking store, where my mom is looking for new cake pans. “Ready to go?” she asks, setting down a tree-shaped pan. Jess and I nod, and we all head out to the parking garage.

As we reach our car, I can tell that something is completely wrong with the car. The windshield is cracked, and there’s glass all over the front seat.

Mom gasps. “Oh, my goodness.”

“What do we do, Mom?” I ask her.

“Well, I’ll have to call Safelite and have someone sent over to replace the windshield,” she says.

She pulls out her phone and makes the call. Jess and I set our bags down while we wait near the entrance to the parking garage.

The Safelite repairman shows up and has the windshield replaced in no time flat. We load the bags into the backseat and set off for home.

Fifteen minutes later, Jess and I head into my room to put on our dresses for my mom, who’s dying to know what they look like.

I reach into my bag and feel something sitting on top of my dress. It’s fluffy and prickly at the same time. I peer into the bag. Staring up at me is a giant orange and black tarantula.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I shriek. Jess leaps off my bed, and I can hear Mom pounding up the stairs.

“What is it?” my BFF asks, looking panicked.

“Tarantula . . . in my . . . bag,” I stammer.

“WHAT?” Jess gasps. “There’s a tarantula in your bag?”

“What on earth is going on in here?” Mom asks, bursting into my room.

“Get rid of it,” I hiss. “Someone get rid of it.”

Jess explains the situation to Mom, who says, “He must have crawled into your bag while we were waiting for the auto repairman. Calm down, Lacy. We’ll just take him outside and let him go.”

Mom calmly picks up the bag and takes it downstairs, where she opens the front door and walks into the road. She places it on the ground and tips it over carefully. The tarantula crawls right out and heads off down the street.

“You know, Jess,” I say. “I think I’m going to have to return that dress.”

“I agree,” Jess replies. “I don’t think I could wear a dress a tarantula had nested in, either.”

We look at each other and burst out laughing.

Lindsey’s Story

“Are you ready, Chelsea?” asks Kayla, the stage manager.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply. I smooth out my tutu and paste a smile on my face.

“Nervous?” Tommi, one of the other ballerinas, asks.

“No,” I say truthfully. “I’m fine. I’ve done this millions of times.”

“Right,” she says, as the music swells and the curtain goes up.

Don’t trip, I think to myself. Falling flat on my face would not be a good start to the Christmas performance for my ballet company.

The music sweeps me up and I twirl across the stage, pointing my toes and fingers and smiling at the audience. Perfect. No mistakes . . . so far.

And then, a little while later, it happens.

Halfway through the first act, while doing a double pirouette, I trip and fall backwards. The audience gasps.

“Are you okay, Chelsea?” Tommi asks out of the corner of her mouth as she twirls by me.

I manage a small nod as I get up. I’m ruining the ballet!

Unfortunately, the accident completely throws me off and I trip several more times during the play. By an act of grace, I don’t fall over again.

When the curtains finally close, I rush off the bathroom, humiliated. What an disaster!

McKenna’s Story

I race down the field, the crowd shouting my name. “An-na! An-na! An-na!”

A confident expression on my face, I pass the ball to one of my teammates. She dribbles it up the field and passes it back to me.

I near the goalie. She looks at me fearfully, not wanting to get hit in the face. I pull my leg back, preparing to kick the ball into the net.

All of a sudden, a tall girl swoops in from the right and steals the ball right from me. Before I can recover, she’s already out of reach, passing the ball back and forth to her teammates. They get the ball all the way over to the other side of the field, and the girl kicks the ball right into the net. Our goalie makes a desperate attempt to keep it out, but it fails miserably.

The girl’s team erupts in cheers, and half of the fans in the stadium get up on their feet and scream loudly.

I can’t believe it! They just won the game!

I kick the grass dejectedly, a few of my teammates coming over to tell me it wasn’t my fault. But, of course, it totally was.

No matter what they say, I can’t escape the truth. I just failed my team. We can’t go to state championships now.

Morgan’s Story

“Careful there, sweetie,” I tell my little sister, Beatrice. “You don’t want to fall.”

“I’ll be caweful,” Bea lisps. She carefully climbs onto the roof of the shed, about eight feet off the ground. I follow her up.

We perch on the black roof, heated from the sun. It’s a warm July day, perfect for being outside.

Beatrice stands on the edge of the shed and flaps her arms. “Look at me, Emma! I’m a biwd!”

“Beatrice,” I warn her. “Sit down, please.”

“But I’m being a biwd, Emma!” she insists. “Watch me!”

My eyes go wide as I realize what Beatrice is about to do. “Bea, no!” I shriek, reaching out to grab her pink cardigan. My hand brushes the soft fabric an instant too late. She’s already plummeting to the ground.

“Beatrice!” I cry, sliding down the side of the roof. I race up to my little sister. “Beatrice, can you hear me?” I tap her arm.

There’s no answer. “Bea, can you hear me?”

Still no reply. I whip out my cellphone and dial 911.

*three hours later*

“It’s okay, Emma,” Mom says, wrapping me in her arms. She smells of cinnamon and lavender.

“But it’s my fault she broke her neck,” I sob.

“The doctor says Bea will be fine,” Mom tells me. “Would you like to go see her?”

I nod and stand up, smoothing out my skirt. A nurse leads me and Mom to Beatrice’s hospital room.

The nurse opens the door, and my eyes are instantly drawn to Beatrice’s pale face, a start contrast to the bright blue sheets she’s lying on.

“Hi, Emma,” Bea whispers softly, her eyelids fluttering open.

“Hi, sweetie,” I say, touching her hand lightly. “How are you feeling?”

“Bettew, now that you’we hewe,” she saying, gripping my pinky.

I smile. “I love you, Bea.”

“I love you too, Emma,” Bea replies before drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

Emily’s Story

“And our next speech will be presented by Gia Ross. Gia?”

Legs shaking, I walk up to the podium. “Um . . . thank you, Mr. Roy.”

I take the microphone from the principal. I turn to face the audience – 300 strange faces – and gulp. “Um, hello.”

Dead silence in the crowd.

“I’m Gemma Ross, and I’m an eight grader at Jordan Middle School,” I begin. “Erm . . my presentation is on water pollination.”

Snickers from the audience. Several kids elbow each other and point to me.

“Sorry,” I say with a blush. “I mean water pollution.”

More snickers.

“Millions of animals live in our polluted oceans,” I say, clearing my throat. “Fortunately, many people do not realize the effect littering has on these creatures.”

I look out at the audience, who give me confused looks in return.

What did I say? I think. I play back my last sentence in my mind. I start to get dizzy. Imagine them as underpants, I think.

Underpants. I suddenly imagine Captain Underpants flying across the audience. My head starts spinning.

And then everything goes dark.

I wake up a few hours later in my bed. “What happened?” I mumble to no one in particular.

“Gia?” a soft voice says. “It’s me, Mom. You blacked out. Something about underpants?”

Molly’s Story

“Three, two, one. Begin, please.”

I flip my history test over and write Elizabeth Thompson and the date at the top before looking at Question 1.

Which pharaoh unified Upper and Lower Egypt?

A) Cleopatra

B) Menes

C) Narmer

D) Pepi II

I circle B) Menes without hesitating. Easy-peasy.

Nefertiti was the goddess of:

A) Cats

B) Water

C) Fertility

D) Livestock

I pause. Cats? No, that’s Bastet. Water?

The more I think, the more confused I get. Five minutes passes before I realize, so I decide to move on to the next question.

Egypt was known to the Ancient Egyptians as:

A) Memphis

B) Kemet

C) Nile

D) Lemer

I know it’s not Memphis – an Egyptian city – or Nile – the famous Egyptian river – so I have it narrowed down to B and D.

Unfortunately, I don’t remember my history class ever going over the old name for Egypt, so I’m lost.

I glance up at the clock. Thirty minutes left . . . and I have thirty questions left.

I hurry through the rest of the test, only confidently knowing a few of the answers. I take an educated guess at some, but lots of them I don’t remember ever studying.

The next day, my history teacher passes back our tests. A big fat D- glares at me from the top of the page. I cringe. This is the worst grade I’ve ever gotten.

Grace’s Story

Diced tomatoes. Olives. Black beans.

I mix the ingredients into a simmering pot, humming to myself. This is going to be my best chili yet!

Hola, Angelina,” Tí­a Sofí­a greets me. “Is my lovely sombrina making chili again?”

“You got it, Ti­a,” I confirm. “A new recipe, too!

“Ah, I am so proud of you,” Tí­a Sofí­a tells me. “There has never been a better chili maker in the family than my little sombrina.

The timer on the stove dings. “Ah, Tí­a! Time to see if the customers like my new recipe.”

“I know they will, Angelina,” Tí­a tells me. “I know they will!”

I dish the chili into bowls, passing them off to my older sister, Alejandra. She swoops out of the kitchen to deliver the chili to our customers.

I start working on a batch of cookies for my little brother’s birthday fiesta tonight. Fifteen minutes in, Alejandra swoops back into the kitchen. “Angelina. What did you put in the chili?”

“Just some beans and olives and stuff,” I reply. “What’s wrong with it?”

“What spices did you use?” she demands.

I go to the cupboard and pull out a few packets of chili powder. “Just this stuff.”

Alejandra’s eyes go wide. “Angelina! This is chili powder from before you were born!”

“Uh-oh,” I say. “What do I do?”

Alejandra grimaces. “You’re just going to have to go out there and apologize to everyone I just served chili too.”

I sigh, but know she’s right. “Okay.”

Humiliated, I follow Alejandra to the front of the restaurant and apologize for the awful chili to everybody Alejandra served it to.

As soon as I say sorry to the last chili eater, I rush upstairs to our living quarters. “Tía! I ruined the chili!”

Tía Sofía chuckles. “So I heard.”

“It’s not funny,” I grumble.

Tía gives me a look. “You cannot become good at anything without making a few mistakes along the way, sombrina.”

“I know,” I say with a sigh. “Can you help me this time?”

Tía Sofía nods. “Of course, sombrina. But this time, let’s make something other than chili, alright?”

We laugh. “Sure, Tía. Something other than chili.”

Tessa’s Story

“Are you excited for your new pottery class?” Grandpa asks, pulling into the community center’s parking lot.

“Yep!” I reply eagerly. “New friends, new dishes to put in the cupboards at home . . . what could be better?”

“Well, have fun,” he says. I kiss him on the cheek and race inside the community center.

After checking in at the front desk, the receptionist leads me to the room my class will be in. “Here ya go, sweetie.”

“Thanks,” I reply, opening the door.

“You must be Cara,” a tall, elegant Japanese woman greets me. “Welcome to Intro to Pottery! I’m Mrs. Wong.”

“Hello,” I say. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You’ll be working in Group B,” Mrs. Wong informs me, leading me over to a table filled with girls my age. Perfect. New friends!

I take a seat next to one of the girls, who has a long blonde ponytail. “Hi, I’m Cara.”

“Um, hi,” the girl replies, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the girl sitting next to her. They both roll their eyes.

Okay . . . so maybe they aren’t the friendliest girls in class. Whatever.

A little while later, while we’re working with fresh clay, I try again. “Hi, I’m Cara,” I say to  a girl across the table.

“Hey, wassup?” she replies in a bored tone, looking up for only half a second before returning to her work.

I sigh, feeling dejected. This isn’t working out.

After class, I pack up my stuff and thank Mrs. Wong, telling her I’ll see her next week. I head out of the classroom and down the hall to lobby.

I check out at the front desk and walk through the sliding glass doors. As I’m walking down the path to. the parking lot, I hear giggles in the bushes next to me. Through the tall plants, I see several blonde ponytails. The girls from class.

“Did you, like, see her? Talking to Alexa?” one of them giggles.

“What a dork,” her friend replies.

“I cannot believe she actually tried to talk to me!” a third voice exclaims.

More giggling.

Tears filling my eyes, I race down the pavement and out to Grandpa’s car.

“How was it, Cara?” Grandpa asks.

“Horrible!” I exclaim. “I think I’m going to drop out of class.”

“What?” he asks. “Why?”

“It’s . . . complicated. Can we go home, please?”

Grandpa pulls out of the parking lot. I take one last look at the community center, determined to never come back.

Which story did you like the best? Are you going to check out Elysium’s blog? Based on their stories, can you guess which fear each doll has? Do you like writing short stories? If so, check out An Author’s Odyssey!

AGs in Alaska

Travels With Grace #5: Washington

HI GUYSSSSSSS! WHERE WAS I YESTERDAY, YOU ARE WONDERING????? My mom said I needed to not use the computer for a couple of days, so that’s why. And on Monday I completely forgot until 11 PM was run over by a herd of elephants and was in the hospital!!!!! IKR, CRAZY!!!

ANYwho, here is the fifth installement of Grace’s travel series! Enjoy!

Ignore the grainy iPad pictures. I did not bring the right camera charger with me on my vacay.

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Lea is in the hospital after having broken her leg falling out of the crabapple tree.

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“Hey, Lea,” Cara says. “How are you doing?”

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“Hey, Care-Bear,” Lea replies tiredly. “I just, ya know, have a broken leg. Not much else going on at the moment . . .”

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Lea points to her lower leg, which is wrapped in a white cast.

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“Yeah, we’re all super sorry you got hurt,” Grace says sweetly.

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“Do you want to try walking?” I ask my injured cousin.

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Cara and I help Grace to her feet. “Why don’t you try walking down the hall?” I suggest.

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It takes her a little practice, but Lea hops down the hall on her shiny silver crutches.

Okay, that’s all! Sorry, it’s kind of short. The very last part will post on Monday, and then I have a super fun post featuring a SPECIAL GUEST next Thursday! You guys will L-O-V-E it. See ya then!

AGs in Alaska

Grace

Travels With Grace #4: Washington

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Hey, little macarons! Everyone keeps calling people food names. And macarons are French, so . . .

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Mes cousines and I are chilling in the backyard. Cara is doing gymnastics.

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She’s so talented!! McKenna would really get along with her.

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We’re about halfway through the visit, which is super sad. 😦 Wah.

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“Hey, guys! It’s Lea here!”

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“Look at me!!!!!! Whee!!!”

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“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

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“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!”

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“LEA!!!!!!”

Dun dun dun. Left you at a cliffhanger, huh? And you have to wait a whole entire week for Part #5, because on Thursday is our Q&A answers! Meaning . . . you only have a few days left to ask questions. So get to it! See y’all next week!

Grace

Travels With Grace #3: Washington+ 50 Followers Q&A

Hiya, everybody! It’s Grace here with the third installment of my travel blog! Today I have a super-awesome photoshoot with my cousins Lea, Grace, and Cara. We went to the park and AGs in Alaska, along with the help of her amazing cousins, took pictures of our adorableness. But don’t take our word for it – you can see for yourself!

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My cousins are so amazing.

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I don’t get to see them very often, because they live in the Lower 48 and I live in Alaska.

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Lea is so adventurous and brave. She inspires me every time I am around her!

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Sometimes we like to pretend we’re spies.

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Cara is so sweet and playful. She’s the youngest of us all, and I love her sense of style. Look at all the color! #rockingit

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Cousins were made for sharing secrets with.

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Or for cheering you up when you’re having a rough day.

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Grace is so kind. She always keeps an eye on us to make sure we don’t get hurt.

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They’re always there for you.

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“Time passes and we may be apart, but cousins will always be close at heart.”

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They help you stand tall.

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We can always use our imaginations to make up a new game.

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When I’m with my cousins, I’m never afraid to be myself.

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Look, even this teeter-totter is built for four!

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Cousins = Best Friends.

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They’re the perfect people to hang out with.

 

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Life is just better with the cousins.

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“A cousin a day keeps the boredom away.”

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You can tell them anything.

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Or just be silly.

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They understand when you need alone time.

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And they understand when you need cousin time.

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They’re always willing to give you a helping hand.

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“Cousins are those childhood playmates who grow up to be best friends.”

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They love you as much as you love them.

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I wish they lived closer!

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“Cousins by chance. Sisters at heart. Friends by choice.”

That’s all for our cousin photoshoot. Unfortunately . . . the rest of our visit wasn’t just fun and games. You’ll have to wait until Monday to find out more!

AGs in Alaska: My turn.

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AGs in Alaska: What, no complaints? Okay . . . so . . . I’m leaving you at a cliffhanger, yes. But I really, really hope you enjoyed the photoshoot. This is my favorite one that I have ever done, because the setting just looks awesome and the cousins are in it!!! Funny story about this photoshoot: We actually took the pictures at two different parks. My great-aunt gave us instructions on how to get to the park, but we are directionally challenged and kind of wound up at the wrong . . . um . . . park (the one with the teeter-totter). So thirty minutes in, my cousin’s dad came to meet us at the park, but we were at the wrong one. So he took us to the right one (the one with the gazebo in the last picture). I love the park we went to the second time because the gazebo is amazing and is the perfect retro setting for an amazing photoshoot with the cousins.

Grace also fell off of the gazebo (I referenced it in my giveaway post), leaving a dent in her nose and hand. 😦

Now, I have an announcement to make!

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I have 50 followers!

You may have already guessed that from the title of this post. Nice going, AGs in Alaska.

Anyway, I was planning on celebrating with a giveway, but I a) just did a Christmas one and b) have to hand-make the things I will be giving away, so that might take a while. I will probably do that giveaway for my 100 followers celebration later on. Instead, I am doing another Q&A! Except this time, the questions have to be about Alaska. And they will be answered by my dolls, not me! If you have a question you want a certain doll to answer, type the dolls name before the question.

Now, get questioning!

See y’all on Monday!

AGs in Alaska

Travels With Grace #2: Washington

Quick note: Yes, I am aware that these pictures are of awful quality. I took them with an iPad in a room with terrible lighting. Why was I not using my camera? Um, I may have forgotten to, uh, bring the cord for the charger . . .

And yes, I know I am supposed to post this on a Thursday, but last night I realized I had nothing scheduled for today, so . . . here we go with Travels With Grace #2!

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Hey there, everybody! It’s your pal Grace here. We made it safely to Washington and now I am at my aunt and uncle’s house! But the best part is that you get to MEET MY COUSINS TODAY!!!!

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Meet my cousin Lea! Lea is super sweet and likes to adventure in the outdoors. She’s very brave and likes to experience new things!

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This is my cousin Grace! (Yes, we have the same name. Don’t get us confused.) Grace and I get along perfectly. (Maybe BECAUSE we have the same name . . .) She’s not as outgoing as Lea, so make sure to give her a warm welcome to my travel blog in the comments!

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Last but not least, here is Cara! Cara is the youngest of all my cousins, and she is really fun to hang out with. Cara has a lot of style (don’t you just love her necklace???) and is super excited to spend time with me this week!

Okay, that’s all for now. I’ll be back next Thursday or Monday with Part #3. This part will be AWESOME, I promise!!!

AGs in Alaska: Okay, I’m taking over now.

Grace: *sigh* Fine.

AGs in Alaska: Hey, guys! This part of Grace’s adventures would have been a lot cooler than this because I had asked my cousins about their dolls’ favorite foods, colors, books, animals, etc., but when my mom got her new iPad I forgot to send the page with all that information to the computer, so it got lost in the vast world of Where Lost Things Go When You Don’t Email Them To Yourself. So I kind of had to just make it up. The part about Lea liking adventures is true, though, I do remember that.

I may try to get ahold of my cousins this week and ask them about their dolls again and put that stuff in my next post. We’ll see. I hope you guys are all having a good time getting back to school (if you are going back to school today, or if you’re already back). Talk to you on Thursday!

AGs in Alaska

 

Travels With Grace #1: Washington

Hello, everyone! Do you remember when I went on vacation for Thanksgiving? Well, I took a lot of pictures of Grace on that trip, if you know what I mean . . .

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Okay, fine, I’ll tell you. I am doing a series with Grace and her adventures with her cousins – my cousins’ dolls – in Washington State!

Since I am back to my old posting schedule – Mondays and Thursdays – I will be posting the next three-five parts each Thursday. That way, I can still do photostories and photoshoots and everything but I will be able to do this too.

Here we go – Travels With Grace #1!

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Hey there, y’all! It’s Grace here. Guess what? Amazing news – AGs in Alaska is taking ME on a trip with her to Washington State!!! Isn’t that I-N-C-R-E-D-I-B-L-E????

In honor of the upcoming trip, I will be doing a how-to-pack tutorial!

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Here are the shirts I will be taking. Since I always need to look my best, I have one for every day of the trip.

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But AGs in Alaska pulled the plug on pants. I am only allowed to bring two pairs of leggings and a skirt!!! Isn’t that ridiculous???? Fortunately, my awesome cousins (you’ll meet them later) will be willing to share.

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Aren’t these pants chic?

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These are my shoes!! #Rockingit

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My Parisian pajamas! Ooh-la-la!

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Everything will go into these bags, which AGs in Alaska will pack in her suitcase for me.

AGs in Alaska: To make sure you aren’t smuggling anything.

Grace: Hey!

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However, my carry-on items will go in this here bag!

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I have my passport, some money, my boarding pass already printed out, a camera, and an AG magazine for the plane!

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All packed and ready to go!!!! I will be back next week with Travels With Grace #2!

Au revoir!

Grace

P.S. A big shout-out goes to Jenna, who is putting my ad up on her blog! Thank you Jenna! If you haven’t already read Jenna’s blog, go check it out!

P.P.S. I’ve been thinking about revealing my name later this year. I thought it might be fun if you guys guessed what my name is, and maybe what I look like. If you have any ideas, comment below!

 

2017 Wrapup

Well, well, well.

On June 1st, 2017, I (AGs in Alaska) published my first post. Since then, amazing things have happened.

I have 45 followers.

I have published 80 posts, including this one.

I have gotten 2,932 views!

I have views from these countries:

  • United States
  • Canada
  • United Kingdom
  • Spain
  • India
  • France
  • Kenya
  • New Zealand
  • Greece
  • Ireland
  • UAE
  • Brunei
  • Romania
  • Indonesia
  • Japan

And I have done some pretty epic photostories/shoots!

In June, I did my first tutorial on how to make an AG stopmotion.

In July, I did my first-ever photoshoot feauturing Crystal. Here are my favorite pictures from that:

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I was also nominated for my first award by the AG Homeschooler!

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In August, I did my first photostory with Lindsey and Morgan. Boy, was that a mess. It was raining and my mom’s iPad was getting all wet. 😦 That was the day of the 2017 Total Solar Eclipse!

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In September, I celebrated 20 followers!

I also participated in the Back-To-School Tag (thanks, Kaylyn!)

In October, I started doing Day in The Life posts, beginning with Crystal.

The girls also celebrated Halloween with a ridiculous spooky prank!

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In November, we had a epic birthday bash!

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The girls also celebrated Thanksgiving!

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I also did my first Q & A! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Then, December got a little bit crazy.

I worked crazy hard to get the Twelve Days of Christmas done. Here are the highlights of that:

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And, on Christmas Day, the AGIA family welcomed Tessa Elizabeth into the family!

 

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And now . . . it’s New Year’s Eve????

Seriously, that does not seem possible. Just yesterday I was ringing in 2017. And now? It’s almost 2018, people!!!!

I want to give a HUGE thank-you to every one of you amazing people who read my blog! I am inspired and impressed by each and every one of you guys daily. I want to give a few special shout-outs to:

You guys are amazing and I could not do this whole blogging thing without your support and encouragement. When I first started blogging just six short months ago, I never imagined that I would make such amazing friends as you guys.

Happy New Year from the American Girls in Alaska family! I hope 2018 is wonderfully blessed for you with all of God’s grace and love!

Love,

AGs in Alaska, Crystal, Lindsey, McKenna, Morgan, Emily, Molly, Grace, Tessa, and . . . Coconut, Grace (the dog), Cooper, Chocolate Chip, Yank, Bennet, and Bonbon

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

Twelve Days of Christmas, Day #12: Surprise! (A Photostory) + Giveaway Winner

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!

It’s Christmas! Finally! December 25th, 2017.

I hope you all are having a very merry Christmas. Please, chat away in the comments. Tell me what you got, what you’re having for dinner, how your family celebrated, traditions, etc.

And now, onto the epic Christmas photostory I promised you! (Apologies in advance for any blurry/dark pictures!)

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“Can we open presents now?” Lindsey begs.

 

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“Why not?” Crystal replies. “It is Christmas, after all.”

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“I think this one is for you, Lindsey,” Molly says, handing Lindsey a bright red bag.

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Lindsey unwraps the present.

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The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict!” she squeals. “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

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“This one is yours, Grace,” Morgan says sweetly, holding up a brown box tied with a bright red bow.

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Grace opens the box. “Earrings!”

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“This one is for you, Morgan,” Emily tells her sister softly.

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“Aw, a chew toy for Chocolate Chip! He’ll love it – thank you!” Morgan exclaims.

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“Now, here’s your present, Em,” Morgan says, handing Emily a Santa Claus bag.

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Emily pulls out the wrapping paper.

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“Oh, a music book!”

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“Thank you, everybody.”

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“Hey, Crystal, here’s yours,” Molly tells Crystal, holding up her present.

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“Oh, for me?” Crystal asks. “Thank you.”

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“Eek! A fairy costume! Hold on, let me go put it on!” Crystal shrieks.

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She returns a few minutes later wearing the glitzy costume.

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“McKenna, this one is yours,” Lindsey says.

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McKenna opens the box excitedly. “A FITBIT!!!!”

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“It fits perfectly!” McKenna exclaims. “You guys are da best!”

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“Here, Molly,” Grace says, holding up an owl bag. “I think this one is yours.”

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Molly pulls out the tissue paper, practically smothering herself.

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“SAT Secrets! It’s just what I wanted!” Molly exclaims. “Thank you so much!”

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Lindsey snorts ungracefully.

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Emily elbows her. “Lindsey.”

All of a sudden, the doorbell rings.

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“Hey, who’s going to get that?” McKenna asks. “We’re all in our pajamas.”

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“I’ll get it,” Crystal answers. “I’m the only one not in my PJs.”

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“Um, Crystal, maybe you shouldn’t-”

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Crystal ingores her and jets up the stairs in her fairy costume.

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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

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“Oh, my apologies,” Crystal says, sliding her fairy mask on top of her head.

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“Is this the American Girls in Alaska family?” the girl asks in a Southern accent.

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Crystal nods. “Yes, it is. I’m Crystal.”

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“Hey, who’s this?” Grace asks, bounding up the stairs.

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“I have no idea,” Crystal replies.

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“I’m Tessa,” the girl says in a Southern accent.

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“Hey, I’m Grace,” Grace introduces herself.

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Molly suddenly appears out of nowhere. “Hello. I’m Molly. Sorry we’re all in our pajamas.”

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“It’s fine,” Tessa says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

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“Hey, who’re you?” Lindsey asks rudely.

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“Lindsey, be nice,” Morgan chides, appearing behind Lindsey. “Hi, I’m Morgan, and this is Lindsey.”

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“Are you our new sister?” McKenna asks. “Hi, I’m McKenna.”

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“And this is Emily,” Morgan says, prodding Emily forward.

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“Why don’t you come downstairs?” Crystal asks Tessa.

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“Alright,” Tessa agrees.

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Back downstairs, Morgan says, “We’re so sorry, Tessa. We don’t have a present for you.”

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“Yes, you do,” Tessa tells her. “You’re my new family. And that’s the best thing I could ask for.”

WELCOME TESSA!

-End of Photostory-

SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I GOT A NEW DOLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tessa Elizabeth is a customized Truly Me #24 doll who I bought off of Ebay. I purchased a wig from Beautifully Custom, the Cocoa Caramel Swirl wig. Isn’t it gorgeous????

Anyway, I love Tessa sooooo much, and I hope you’ll all welcome her into the American Girls in Alaska family.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for . . .

The giveaway winner!

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Kaylyn!

Congratulations, Kaylyn!

I will be contacting you shortly to get your shipping address.

Thank you so much to everyone who entered!

If you would like to enter another giveaway of mine, never fear, because I will be doing one shortly. I am thinking about doing one for my 100th post, which is very soon.

A big thank you to AG Doll Dreams for her amazing Fitbit tutorial and to Micah @ Mixiepixie7 on YouTube for her mini book tutorial. Go check out AG Doll Dreams blog here and, if you’re allowed to, check out Micah’s channel on YouTube.

Okay, everyone! That is all for now! I will be back later today with The Christmas Tag, which I was nominated for. But until then . . .

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

AGs in Alaska

Twelve Days of Christmas, Day #11: Christmas is . . . Caroling

Okay, everybody! This is it! The last TDOC post before Day #12 – Christmas!!!!! Can you believe it’s just one day away???

ONE. DAY.

I can’t believe it, either. In the meantime, here’s a very, very short photostory!

There’s a knock on the door. I rush over to answer it.

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It’s carolers! (Sorry this picture is so dark.)

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“Hi,” I squeak nervously. I’ve never been very good around people.

(Also, now you can see how amazing Em’s hair looks!)

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“Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Fa la la la la, la la la la!” they sing merrily.

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“Troll the ancient yuletide carol, fa la la la la, la la la la.”

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“Thank you so much!” I cry. “Merry Christmas!”

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Okay, that was it. This post is super short because I HAVE to get to work on my Christmas photostory. It’s going to take a long time to do, so I’ve gotta go!

Merry Christmas Eve!

AGs in Alaska

Countdown to Christmas: One day!

Twelve Days of Christmas, Day #10: Christmas is . . . Holiday Hairstyles

Day #10???? Say what now????? 

Yep! It’s Day #10 of TDOC here on American Girls in Alaska. Today I will be doing my first ever hair tutorial! I will be showing you two cute holiday hairstyles, as modeled by Grace and Emily!

Style #1: Flipped Braid Bun

Step 1: Braid your doll’s hair.

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Step 2: Grab the braid by the end and pull it up. (My mom is holding it here, Grace’s hair is not floating.) 🙂

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Step 3: Tuck the elastic part under the braid.

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Step 4: Bobby pin the braid so that it stucks to the doll’s head.

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Ta-da! Simple and chic!

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Hairstyle #2: French Twist Braid

Step 1: Seperate a small section of hair from the doll’s head.

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Step 2: Seperate that section in two.

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Step 3: Cross the left section over the right section.

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Step 4: This is a bit hard to explain, but you’re going to take hair from the rest of the doll’s head and add it to the the section on the left (the one that is hanging down).

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Step 5: (Sorry, this one is a little blurry.) Pull the left section over the right one. (Like you’re twisting it, which is technically what you are doing.)

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Step 6: Continue to grab hair and add it to the section hanging down before twisting that section over. If you know how to French braid, this should be very simple.

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Sadly, my picture of the side of her hair would not upload, but it looked really cool! 😦

I hope you enjoyed this tutorial. If you try these styles, send pictures to americangirlsak@gmail.com!

Just a friendly reminder, tomorrow is the last day to enter my giveaway. 🙂

AGs in Alaska

Countdown to Christmas: Two days!