Saturday, April 23, 2011

Happy Easter!

Easter is a very special holiday, a time of rebirth and hope.  It's SUCH a very special day, even Kirsten and Mini Kit get along! Mostly.

Some girls put on a pretty dress and an Easter hat for church.

Some girls go on an Easter egg hunt!

A few lucky girls might even get to hug a baby chick!

"Whatever you do," Kirsten said, "make sure you celebrate with the traditional Swedish Easter treats..."

"...like Swedish fish!" she finished.  "Hooray!"

"Wait," Mini Kit said.  "I thought herring and salmon were traditional Swedish fish."

"Maybe," Kirsten said.  "But the gummy ones are better."

Good thing it's not all about the candy.  (Or the salmon.)  Happy Easter, everyone!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Doll Picnic in the Park

As regular readers know, Kirsten has been very upset that other dolls had more exciting adventures than she did. See this page and this page in the archives.

To try to pacify her, I took her to a picnic in the park!

"Cornbread AND cupcakes!" Kirsten cried. "I'm on carb overload! I'm in carb paradise! It's a carb party! Carborama! Carb caravan!  Carb carnival! Hey, wait, Cheap Lady? What's a carb?"

"Something most dolls don't have to worry about," I told her.

"Oh. Good!"

Just when Kirsten thought she was going to have a perfect picnic, she dropped her cornbread muffin.

"Five second rule!" Kirsten said.  "Hey, Big Kit," Kirsten said, "will you pick that--"


Kirsten drops her muffin as 18 inch Kit, in her school outfit, appears near her.

Kirsten blinked. Big Kit? "No...no...MINI KIT GOT BIG!"

Kirsten stands, arms up.

Her cornbread muffin forgotten, Kirsten leaped to her feet. "NO! Nellie said you couldn't get big! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!! You're way too much trouble when you're small enough to throw like a beach ball. And I don't want you borrowing my clothes. They're archived and way too valuable! You get small right now, Mini Kit! I order you!"

"Calm down," Big Kit said. "I'm not Mini Kit."

Kirsten blinked. "But I only know one Kit, so you must be--"

"I'm regular Kit. Miss Cheap Lady picked me out for her mom at American Girl Place Los Angeles in 2006. But I'm not related to Mini Kit. We just have the same name."

Kirsten plopped back down. "Like me and Norwegian opera singer Kirsten Flagstad."

"Sure," Big Kit said.

Kirsten sulks, sitting to take her cupcake.

"Wait," Kirsten said. "2006 was a long time ago. Why didn't anyone tell me someone was living with that Cheap Lady's mom?"

"I don't know," Big Kit said. "It could be that Miss Cheap Lady told you but you ignored her. I've read your stories and you...no offense, but you aren't always the best listener. Kirsten?"

But Kirsten had already wandered off.

Kirsten stands on the train tracks.

"I wonder where this suspiciously straight ground-ladder that extends into the distance goes?" Kirsten asked. "Maybe it'll take me back home to Nellie. I still think anyone named Kit is up to no good."

"Kirsten!" Big Kit cried, running toward Kirsten..

Kit approaches Kirsten, hands up.

Kirsten frowned. "What now?"

Big Kit panted, "Kirsten! That's not a ground-ladder. That's a train track! And you should never ever EVER play on train tracks. They're dangerous!"

"Hmph," Kirsten said. "Of course I know it's a train track. But no train stops in the greater Phoenix area. The closest one is in Maricopa! Besides, I don't know how credible any doll is who uses a doll stand to stay upright. I think someone's been drinking too much Cheerwine."

"What are you even talking about?" Big Kit asked.

"It's a cherry soda from North Carolina," Kirsten said, "and I'm told it's delicious."

"Look," Big Kit said, "just get off the train tracks. Please."

"Fine!" Kirsten said.

Kirsten storms off.

"It's not like I would have gotten hurt anyway," Kirsten said. "But whatever. Those train tracks weren't any fun anyway." She stormed off...and up...

Kirsten climbs a small boulder.

"Hey, look at me!" Kirsten said.

Kirsten sits triumphantly on the boulder.

"I'm queen of the mountain! Bet you can't knock me off."

"I don't want to knock you off," Big Kit said. "You should get down from there. It's dangerous!"

"You're a scaredy-Kit," Kirsten said. "Just like you're scared to play on the train tracks. You're a chicken and you're no fun. Maybe I'll see if I can jump off the boulder and onto the tracks. That would show you--"

While Kirsten sits on the boulder, a train goes by, not far from her.

"Hey," Kirsten said.

The caboose goes by.

"What's that rumbling noise?" She looked over...

Kirsten stares after the train.

...and her eyes went very big. "That...that was a train," she murmurs. Her face pale, she slid down off the rock....

Shaken, Kirsten hugs Kit.

...and leaned against Big Kit.

"Are you all right?" Big Kit asked.

Kirsten was very quiet for a minute. "You saved my life," she finally said. "I guess you can't be related to Mini Kit. She probably would have glued my shoes to the track."

After another pause, Kirsten continued. "Well, I mean, you kind of saved my life. Maybe. A little. Though the train probably would have stopped for someone as cute as me. And I suppose if something had happened to me, that Cheap Lady would have found a way to fix me. Still...thanks, I guess."

Big Kit frowned. "Do you at least promise never to play on train tracks again?"

"I promise!" Kirsten said. "Now come on! Let's tell the others we're queens of the party!" And they shoved themselves into the group of dolls.

Kirsten sits among a Whimsy doll, a My Twinn, a stuffed bunny, and others.

"Hooray for Big Kit!" Kirsten cried. "She's way better than Mini Kit. But not as great as me. But she's still pretty good. Hooray!!!!"

Big Kit just sighed....

Kirsten uses the bunny as a pillow.

...as Kirsten took a nap on Big Kit's friend Bun.

*Train tracks are DANGEROUS and you should NEVER EVER play on them!*