Silver Sky Tales

Taiso Senshu {Silver Sky Tales #5}

In this brand-new episode, I’m building up to something exciting. And an update on the series I said I was going to make – I may hold off on that and just focus on the dolls backstage. Because everyone has serieses (?), but no one has stories that happen backstage. Don’t beat me to the idea!

Without further adieu, here’s the next tale.

“Issa, could you come to the Junk Room for a minute?”

Issa hated going to The Junk Room, as the dumping ground was affectionately called. There was always a flurry of stuff in there, and most of it was Autumn’s. Autumn was out at a friend’s for the day, so if Sophia called her to The Junk Room, that meant she was going to have to pick up Autumn’s stuff for her.

Reluctantly cracking open the door, she was about to plead for mercy with Sophia (couldn’t they clean it up when Autumn got home?) when she stopped short.

DSCN2354.JPG“Ta-da!” said Sophia with a port-de-bra-like flourish. “The Junk Room is junky no longer.”

DSCN2359.JPG“Sophia…!” said Issa excitedly. She couldn’t think why, but she started a little dance.

DSCN2362.JPGFirst a basic tendu, just like the one she’d seen Sophia do so many times;

DSCN2366.JPGthen a port-de-bra;

DSCN2367.JPGthen a step forward, to prepare for the jete,

DSCN2369.JPGwhich she landed in a perfect, arms-up split.

DSCN2370.JPGSophia’s eyes nearly bugged out. “Why, Issa,” she said, splitting down next to her, “that was beautiful!”

“Thanks,” said Issa sheepishly. “I’ve just been -”


“Not really.”

“Issa,” said Sophia, “you know that both your parents were dancers. You ought to be one, too. It’s what you were born to do.”

DSCN2371.JPG“Two corrections,” Issa said, standing up like she was about to do something. Sophia got out of the way. “First off, my dad was an accountant who danced with my mom as a hobby. Secondly, I wasn’t born to dance.”

DSCN2372.JPGShe hunched her shoulders forward, bent her knees, and

backflip.pngflipped backward into the air like an esteemed gymnast. What she didn’t realise about her trick was that the ceiling was too short, so when her feet clobbered on it, and nearly busted a light,

DSCN2375.JPGher backflip collapsed, and she landed on the gorund, knocking the breath clean out of her.

“Are you okay?” asked Sophia, knowing somehow that she would be.

DSCN2376.JPG“I’m fine,” she gasped, trying to regain air.

“So you want to be a gymnast?”

“No,” she answered. “A taiso senshu.”


“It’s Japanese,” Issa laughed. “It literally means a gymnast, but that’s not really what it is.”


“Sure. Taiso is a form of free-running. Kind of like what you need to be able to do if you want to be a ninja.”

Sophia’s eyebrows went up. “You want to be a ninja?”

“No, but I really, really want to learn it nonetheless.”


Issa laughed. “Why not?”

“And where have you been learning this?”

“I’ve been reading a lot about it.”

Sophia laughed. “I didn’t get good at dance just by reading, Issa.”

“Well, I want a teacher, but there aren’t any here. I have, however, been talking to someone through the ‘Net who’s been giving me pointers.”


“Yes. Her name’s Hanoka Norman. She’s been teaching taiso for five years now. I really want to learn from her, but she lives in Saskatchewan.”

“No good there.”

“Yeah. No good.”

“Well, Issa, I’m sure something will come your way. You’ll just have to be patient.”

Issa smiled. “Sure.”

“And Issa, why is your hair wet?”

She covered her hand with her mouth. “I forgot to tell you – I finally got the fruit punch out of my hair!”

Disclaimer: taiso senshu is NOT actually real. I made it up for the purpose. You’ll find out more about it in tales to come.

Disclaimer: Do not backflip in the house. It will mess you up.

Disclaimer: I did a horrible job editing the backflip photo. Forgive me!

Disclaimer: This is the last disclaimer.

Hope you enjoyed!





Samantha could not have said it better. Reblog, if you like!


Today, 1 in 7 teens give up something they love so others like them more.

So many girls today will not play with their dolls because they feel pressured to “grow up” by their peers.

So I’m here to tell you it’s OK to like dolls at any age.

My name is Samantha, and I’m a pretty normal tween.  I play sports, I have lots of friends, I make jokes.  Except for one of my hobbies:



It’s not bad to love dolls.  I think AG dolls are a fantastic hobby as in collecting and photography.  I’ve been collecting my 9 dolls for almost 4 years now, and for 2 of those years, I’ve used them as characters on this blog, agdollawesome.


They have really helped me express my creativity.  To me, dolls are just another activity, like sports or reading.  They’re like my own little actresses.  So if somebody…

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Blogosphere Participation

Bella’s Questions

This goes on the trophy list of TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY. *gasps for breath*. For someone who hardly posts once a week, I’m pretty psyched.

Bella sent me a list of ten AG questions she wanted to hear my opinion on. Fire away, inner filibuster!

1. If you could get any retired AG doll, which doll would you get?
Ooh, tough. As far as retired dolls go, I like all of them, especially because their collections are a lot more interesting. But out of them all, I think I’d get Marie-Grace and Cecile. (I know that’s two, but when you get one, you get the other.) I was actually looking into a pair I’d found on eBay, but the bid went way higher than I could pay. I was a little bit crushed. 😦


2. Do you watch American Girl Videos on YouTube? If so, what are your favorite channels?
I can’t say I’m an avid AGTube viewer, particularly because I’m usually watching Jockeycams instead, but I subscribed to American Girl Ideas after seeing their adollable Redbox machine.


3. What is your favorite American Girl Movie?

This is also a tough one. I have actually only seen two AG movies all the way through, and between Isabelle Dances Into The Spotlight and Grace Stirs Up Success, I liked Grace better. Although I think Patrick Kirst gets paid per cheesy song. XD.


4. What is your favorite Girl Of The Year?

Out of ’em all? Probably Jess McConnell, even though she’s sort of little known. She has my favorite face mould and is definitely on my wishlist. If I could get ahold of one.


5. What do you think of Logan Everett?
I’m going to be perfectly honest, and I know my opinion is not going to be popular – I HATE HIM. Well, hate is a strong word, but I think that American Girl ought to stick to girls. I don’t think it’s wise to let girls think having a boyfriend is okay, and before you say that he’s not her boyfriend, you know every girl’s going to play him that way. :/ Please don’t lynch me.


6. What would your dream custom AG doll look like?

Oh, what a good question! I’ve been making up a GOTY named Katherine McKittrick. She’s a half-British equestrian who lives with her dad because her mother is sadly passed. She would have Kit’s blue eyes, freckles and wavy brown hair. Something like this:

A little bad, but it’ll do. Hand done.

7. Which one of your AG dolls is your favorite?

Hum. I think I’d rather not say, lest I become wildly unpopular with my dolls.

I took this photo.

8. What made you want to get your first AG doll?

Story time!
I was a-walking around Barnes and Noble when I stumbled upon a beautiful display – the big letters beckoned to me: WIN AN AMERICAN GIRL DOLL. I nearly flipped. After filling out four entires (one for me, my mother and my two sisters), I prayed. And prayed. And prayed. I prayed every night for three months. I prayed whenever I thought about that gorgeous blonde doll in the display.
April 1st, 2014: My mother received a call. I thought it was an April Fool’s joke. I took my doll Sophia, whom I’d gotten for Hannukkah in 2012, and I got my first AG doll.
Although they took my photo, I don’t have it. I was probably so smiley that it blinded the photographer. XD.

Well, that concludes the questions. Thanks Bella! I’ll prepare eight questions for you, and send them to you.

From, Tess






Blogosphere Participation

The Barefoot Tag


I’ve finally started a tag! Hooray!

The rules for this tag are simple.

  1. Take a photoshoot of your doll – but she has to be barefoot.
  2. At least half of your photos must be unedited.
  3. Post every photo you took, regardless of whether it’s good or bad.
  4. Tag one and only one person.

I tag: Gracie from Smile And Craft AG!

Since I am the originator of this tag, I submit my photoshoot.

I took these at about 8:00 am. The sun is so pretty on Autumn’s pretty red hair!

However, I need to do a Doll Spa Day – where I get the smudge off of Autumn’s face (a Breyer horse fell off my shelf and scratched her on the cheek), tigthen Issa’s limbs, and clean everyone’s skin. They’re all smudgy.

Does anyone have any suggestions as to what to use on that nasty scratch? I really need to get it off, it looks like a scab. LOL.



Award Ceremony!

Good afternoon, ladies and gentledolls. Thanks to BellasBeehive and Lexie, I have been nominated for two awards! Thanks so much, you two!

Instead of copying and pasting the rules over and over, I’ve made a free use rules photo that is totally copyable, so when you get nominated, you can repost it.


It isn’t the best, but it will work. Someone with excellent photoshop skills ought to make a better one.

Now, for the questions:

I started this blog in 2015, when I wanted to be cool like everyone else. Well, not really. I wanted to have a website to go with my name, more like.

My advice to ye bloggers is to TRY YOUR BEST. This sounds corny, but stick with me. If you’re not trying your hardest, it shows. Try to produce the best content you can possibly make.

Nominations? I think nearly EVERYONE has received this award. So anyone who has not received this award and who follows my blog is nominated.

Lexie also nominated me for The Sunshine Blogger Award! Hooray! These questions look fun.

Do you keep a journal?
Yes, yes, YES! I have journalled for a bit over two years now and am on my ninth spiral notebook. My advice: IF YOU DON’T WANT IT READ, DON’T WRITE IT. #beentheredonethat

What is your opinion on socks?
I wear just my socks much too often. I should probably wear my sneakers more often.

If you could live on a farm would you?
Oh yes. Farm life means HORSES. LOTS OF HORSES.

Long skirts or short?
Definitely long. I don’t wear short skirts. It’s usually jeans or long skirts.

What is the hardest thing you have ever done?
Hmmm. Apologising to this kid in kindergarten for saying very mean things. I gave him a Three Musketeers bar and said I was sorry. Now whenever I see a Three Musketeers I think of him. 😛

I like your skirt.
I’m actually wearing jeans today. Hmm.

How many batteries does the clock in your kitchen use?
I think it uses two AAAs.

If you were put on a stage and told to talk what would you talk about?
I would talk about Thomas The Tank Engine, telling the story of the franchise from the beginning. #weirdfandom.

What is in the tab to the left of this one (right if there isn’t one to the left) on your device?
The Online Tube. It is suggesting a lot of TTTE right now.

What time is it?
Dinner time. Well, not really. 12:46 pm.

What color is the towel hanging in your parent’s bathroom right now?
It is white. I think. I should know, because I share a bathroom with my mum.

Again, I nominate any follower of mine who has not been nominated yet.

Well, there you have it. Thanks so much, you guys! Love you!




Silver Sky Tales

The Road to Stardom, Part II {Silver Sky Tales #4}

I experimented with a different room in this post – unfortunately my backdrop was not big enough in some places. Enjoy anyways.


“Look, Autumn, I don’t care what you say about your glasses, you need to take them,” Sophia said for the eighty millionth time.


“No,” Autumn replied, tossing her head saucily. “I won’t wear them, I won’t even bring them. They’re ugly and they ruin my natural beauty.”

“I don’t care. You need to wear them.”

“No, I don’t! I won’t ever make it in the acting world wearing eyeglasses!”


“Look, Tum,” said Issa, who was tired of hearing Autumn whine. “Sophia knows what she’s doing. If she says you’re going to wear those glasses then by golly you’re going to wear them.”

“That was sort of American,” Autumn remarked huffily.

“I don’t care; it should convince you to do right.”


Autumn seized the bag from Sophia. Her glasses within made an annoying click as she swung it angrily.

“Are we ready, then?” Sophia asked.

Issa jumped off the chair. “I am.”

And so they departed for Parker Brothers Coffee.



Mrs. Lei Pei Miau was a staunch, businesslike woman in her mid-thirties.

“Look,” Autumn whispered to Issa. “Your hair fits right in.”

Issa giggled and whispered, “I think mine’s better.”


There was, unfortunately, but one seat at the table, so Issa and Autumn stood behind Sophia encouragingly.


“You are Miss Montoya, no?”

“Yes, I’m she.”

“Very good, I hear from my talent scouts that you and your friends Issa Palmer and…” She looked at Autumn. “What’s your name?”


“Autumn Adair, ma’am.”

“Hmm. Tell me, are you Irish?”


Issa yawned. Whenever Autumn was asked that, she went into a long speech about how it was unfair that she had not inherited the accent. Anything, she thought, to make this interesting…

Then, she saw something awful. Biting her tongue to keep from blurting it out in front of Miss Miau, she whipped out her phone.


Issa watched nervously. PING! went Autumn’s phone.

“Excuse me,” she said, and stepped away. Issa tried not to make eye contact.







Autumn read. Then she looked.


There on her thigh was a hole in her tights the size of a young watermelon. The bare skin stared out from behind its nylon cage.

She heard Miss Miau say, “You told me, Miss Montoya, that Autumn faints on cue?”


“Yes,” said Sophia nervously, looking at the genuine performance. “She does.”


The phone screens were made on a very easy, free, online tool called Fake iPhone Text Messages. I had a ton of fun making this one. Next stop? The Road to Stardom, Part III.

Tell me what you thought!


Silver Sky Tales

The Road to Stardom, Part I {Silver Sky Tales #3}

I apologize that this has taken so long to get up, but here it is, in its full glory (or lack thereof) – Silver Sky Tales #3. And notice that my photography has improved a little – I’ve been working on it. 🙂


Issa sat, on that windy January morning, comfortably ensconced in the large pink beanbag known affectionately as The Gumball. It did rather resemble one, she thought, and as she flipped through the magazine she was reading wondering whose idea Valentine’s Day was, Autumn skipped in, red-faced and breathless.


“Look!” she commanded before Issa could say anything. But then she snatched the letter away before Issa could acknowledge it and swirled into a chair.


Issa glanced at the address.


Brighton, Illinois, she wondered. What could somebody in the States want from Misses Montoya, Palmer and Adair?


Autumn, holding the letter much too close to her face, pretending like she was reading it. Issa watched with a grinchish smile.


“Don’t think I don’t know you wear reading glasses,” Issa smirked.


Autumn sighed, felt around in the drawer for the dreaded spectacles, and reluctantly put them on. Autumn had a “thing” about glasses. She thought they made her look old and ugly, which, of course, wasn’t the case, because there are few things in this world that make Miss Adair unattractive. Chances are that everyone would have thought they were cute if she wore them more often.


With quavering lips and pouding heart, Autumn read the letter. She gave a little gasp, rather like a bewigged duchess who had just heard something traitorous, and


collapsed on the floor!


Issa, who was very much alarmed, rose from the clutches of The Gumball and put her Guide training to work.


Flipping her over, and trying to ignore every story she’d heard of bad news coming in a letter and making the reader have a heart attack and die, she checked to see if she was still breathing. She was.


“Great pumpkin spice!” came a familiar voice. Apparently Sophia was back from ballet. “What’s she done to herself now?”


“She’s in a dead faint,” came Issa’s nonchalant reply, like having your friends keel over on the floor was a part of everyday life.

“I can see that,” Sophia replied with a cocked eyebrow. “But why?”

Issa was about to answer something along the lines of “beats me”, but for one, that sounded sort of American, and secondly, there was one clue as to why Autumn had fainted.


She picked up the letter that was nestled in the woolly carpet and read it.

“Don’t you go keeling over, too,” Sophia warned.

“Do I usually?” Issa answered, not really heeding. Then, she blinked. “Good heavens,” she sighed.



“It appears,” Issa said, shaking her head, “that we’re actors now.”

“First off, since we’re girls, we’ll be actresses. And secondly, what in thunder does that mean?

“Just let me read it,” Issa said, and put on her best Illinois accent.

“Dear Misses Montoya, Palmer and Adair,

My name is Elmore Whittaker. I am the director of Whittaker Productions, Inc. My talent scouts have spotted the three of you and would like to have you in a new production we have deemed Enigma On Eighteenth Street. If you are interested in taking the roles we offer, please meet my casting agent Lei Pei Miau (pronounced like the cat noise, by the way) at Parker Brothers Coffee at nine o’clock on the morning of the twelfth of January.


Mr. Elmore Whittaker

(P.S: The parts are a lot of fun. It’s a detective story, see, so naturally there’s a lot of mystery to it. And your natural accents will be just stellar to the production. – E. W.)

“Wow,” said Sophia. “So are we going to meet him next Thursday?”


Autumn slowly sat up. “Of course we are! I’ve always wanted to be a movie star!”


Well, what do you think? Yes, this will mean that I will be starting a new series in addition to the Silver Sky Tales. AG is an excellent way to express those little stories that need to be told but aren’t worth writing.

I hope you’ll look forward to more!

Signing off,