Silver Sky Tales

Letters to Sri {Silver Sky Tales #7}

In case you haven’t been snooping into the comments, I decided to revoke my judgment upon the first six Silver Sky Tales. Instead of disregarding them (their stories are actually decent), I just decided to progress a year, and finalize everyone in that year. Enjoy.

Also, this post doesn’t have very many actual pictures. It was supposed to have several, but my camera ran out of battery, so I found another way to do it. Enjoy and remember – this is FINAL now!


The morning sun poured into the bedroom as I opened the laptop we all shared. I glanced at the time. Apparently Autumn had set the clock back again to scare her into staying on task. I never understood that method – I find it impossible to trick myself. Minimizing Autumn’s dance video and clicking off Issa’s random sticky note (I hope ‘the orange leaf isn’t so great’ wasn’t an important memo), I opened my email. It had been ages since my sister had gotten anything from me.


The little cursor blinked menacingly as I fought the writer’s block building up within me. How do you tell someone you love a lot that you have been trying to find time to talk to them? Especially when she asked you something over six months ago?


Dear, dear Sri. She’s much older than me, but still my best friend. Our bond had really begun when I was six and taking the Tot Ballet classes at our local arts center. She was already into Level Seven, an accomplished dancer, and auditioning for a supporting role in Swan Lake. But instead of staying detached from her embarrassing protege, she took time to teach me what she knew. I remember her laboring over teaching me to arabesque. It was about the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. Since that commitment, we’ve been friends for life, and the thing that always connected us was ballet.

Around fourth grade, I got into writing, though. And I think that was the downhill slide on my ballet career. But I kept dancing, for Sri and Sri only. When I moved here, to Alverton, my dancing became less and less enjoyable. I started to dread classes and eventually lost my momentum. And when I’d told Sri, she had been completely silent. Eventually, after what seemed like an hour, she told me, “Keep stretching. You never know when you might want to go back.”

Inevidably, Sri was still sore about my desertion. But I stretched my pointes every morning, just for her. Every now and then, I’d break into a jete or a pirouette, just for the fun of it. But no more ballet for me, not without her. So now I was attempting a novel about ballet, to justify it.


Sweet, extrovertive Sri. So different than me. I border on anti-social in my closeness with those I love. But not Sri. She’s an instant friend everyone wants to know.


Kala. I whispered the name as I pressed the keys. No one has called me my Indian name in ages, and I miss it. It sounds so melodious in comparison to the harsh, sharp So-FEE-ah. But alas, that’s the name on the placard, and my middle name is reserved for family and close friends only. Still, as I sat there, I wished someone would come in and yell, “Kala! Come here, please!”

I don’t necessarily miss home, but I do miss Sri and everyone.

As I hit the ‘send’ button, I wondered whether I could make it to her wedding. How much do plane tickets to Boston cost?


Sri replied to me the very next day.


I smiled, breathing in, and desperately wishing I were in Boston.

Alas, things aren’t working out for me.

Plane tickets to Boston cost $616, not counting fees and tax. And that’s $616 that I don’t have.

Dear, dear Sri.

This took a lot of work. But I think you can see that. 🙂

If anything isn’t clear about Sophia’s new backstory, all you need to do is ask for clarity and I will reply.

Next up: Her Esteemed Excellence, Autumn Adair {Silver Sky Tales #8}



Less hate, more dolls

Hate is never a good thing. It only adds to a problem that most of the time didn’t even exist. Yet we see it on a daily basis, rooting itself in places where we least expect it to crop up. One such place is in the American Girl fandom, which means us bloggers. Everywhere I see hateful, sad things said about something every one of us holds dear.

With the changes being made on the American Girl dolls, people have begun to vow that they aren’t buying any more American Girl dolls, or that they’ll only be shopping from the dolls that don’t have permapanties, or whatever. Ginseng, people are getting heated over boxes. Doll boxes! I kid you not. People are getting all messed up over something as silly as packaging.

The thing we need to remember is something we have all forgotten. We buy American Girl dolls because we think dolls are awesome. We consider them our actresses in our own small stories, or loyal companions on all our adventures, or miniature models for unique fashion design.

Somehow, I can’t see how you would ask your best friend, “What underwear are you wearing? Is it permanently attached?” Would a director ask his lead role, “Are you wearing that permanent underwear again?”

The permanent underwear doesn’t interfere with the clothes or the doll. In fact, now with a boy doll, it keeps people from being perverted. It doesn’t do anything but do the exact same thing you always did with doll underwear – stay on the doll! The wonderful stories aren’t going away, and hopefully, neither are the American Girl fans who bring life and creativity.

The way we use them, they’re more than just a doll. But we still need to remember that they are dolls, and that there will be changes made to them as the tech toy industry tries to go. How is a doll to compete with a Zoomer or a Hello Barbie? Staying current and not letting their company stagnate is the first step.

Personally, I am a supporter of a company who still thinks playing with dolls is cool. I will be purchasing Z Yang, despite the criticism, because I’m full of ideas on how she can become more than just a doll.  I’m not going to let a few simple changes get in the way.

In conclusion, hate has seeped into the world that was once full of girls who just loved their dolls no matter what they looked like. We can’t go back to the way the world was, but we can make a stand for less hate.

What are you going to do to show your support of your passion?



Quick announcement

Hello, all,

I am currently in the long and scary process of fixing Issa’s split ends. They were getting so annoying that it was making it hard to photograph. I’m also cleaning their skin and getting the various and sundry scratches that are all over them. If everything goes okay, then I’ll post my little secret on how to fix the ends.

Wish me luck,


(PS: I’ll be out of town this weekend and the following week. Which doll should go with me on my travels?

Thanks and VOTE AWAY! I leave on Friday.)



Hide And Go-Seek {Silver Sky Tales #6}

 First off – happy belated birthday Issa! I received her April 1st, 2014.

Secondly, I apologize for the ridiculous hair in the following photostory. I am seriously considering getting both Issa’s and Autumns heads replaced at the AG Hospital. Their hair is getting super-frizzy, even though I’m using a wire brush on it. Any advice on how to fix it?

Without further adieu, here is Tale No. 5.

DSCN2125“One, two, three, four, five, six…”

DSCN2126Sophia crouched beside the slide, calling all the shots. “Lietenant, what number is she up to?”

DSCN2127Autumn poked her head above the railing.

DSCN2123“Thirteen, general sir.” she replied with a smirk at the undeserved titles. “Positions?”

“Indeed,” said Sophia. “Get to your position, Lietenant.”

DSCN2128“Twenty!” Issa called out. “Here I come, ready or not!”

Issa crept round the tree trunk, trying to sneak up on Autumn, and anticipating her surprised yelp.

DSCN2129But instead of a victim of a prank, she was met with something strange…

DSCN2130“Oh, glory!” exclaimed Issa. “A rope swing!”

DSCN2131She hoisted herself onto the impromptu seat

and began to rock rhythmically.

DSCN2137Meanwhile, beneath the slide, Sophia had begun to get impatient. “Lieutenant, lookout duty.”

“Yes, general, sir.”


DSCN2141.JPG“It appears the enemy is swinging, sir.”


“Yes, sir, on a rope swing, sir.”

Sophia snorted. “Tell her to stop! We’re playing a game!”

“But wouldn’t that disclose our location, sir?”

“True,” she regressed. “Back to your position, Lietenant.”

Twenty minutes later…


“You know, General, sir, it makes me wonder if she’s forgotten us.”

“Forgotten us? Lieutenant, the idea is absolutely…” Sophia glanced over at Issa. “Possible. Oh, glory, look what she’s gotten to now.”



They realised it together.

“The playhouse!”

{The End}

My photography in this shoot was half-good and half-awful, though I did get some light spots and I was quite proud of it. Now, though, I need to think on their hair.

And Z Yang! I so want her and will probably wind up getting her.



The Sunshine Blogger Award No. 2!

Rebekah from Stuffie Adventures nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award! This is the second time I have received it, but I always enjoy some new questions. Thanks, Rebekah! (BTW, her blog is just AWESOME. I really love how she makes the game we all played with when we were little into a ridiculously cool blog.)

Are you an indoor person or an outdoor person?
Definitely outdoor. I love the feeling of sun and wind and rain in my face.

What is your least favorite blog post that you’ve done?
Hmmm. That’s hard to say. I think this one, just because i was in a rush when I was making it. I wish I could go back and fix it.

What is your biggest pet peeve?
When people call American Girl Dolls “American Dolls”. That is SOOOOO annoying. The other one that gets me is when people call Thomas The Tank Engine “Thomas The Train Engine”. A train is the group of cars connected behind a locomotive, not the engine pulling them.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
That’s hard. I like the names Kseniya, Kaori, and Katarina. (I think “k” is a good letter). Katarina or Katherine is my favourite because you could then go by Kat, which was the main character of my Nanowrimo project in 2016.

Rollerskating or ice skating?
Rollerskating. I used to skate a lot, but I don’t skate very much any more. I still have the hand-me-down quads I used to use, though.

Who is the person, alive or dead, who has influenced you the most?
It’s a good thing you said the person could be dead. My favourite author, G.A. Henty, has probably influenced me the most with his stories of people not much older than me making big changes in this world. But a very close runner-up is my mum, who told me to read his books! Influence-ception XD.

What’s your favorite subject?
I love history. Something about times of long ago makes me excited. Plus, it combines two of my other favourite subjects – reading and writing!

Brownies or cookies?
Chocolate-chip cookies or bust!

What’s your least favorite food?
Gefilte fish. Ewww. If you’ve never tried it, DON’T. Trust me.

Would you consider yourself more introverted or extroverted?
I think I’m more extrovertive, as much as I would love to be introvertive. In fact, this blog is proof that I’m an extrovert.

Pencils or pens?
I have tried pens and I still prefer a good Ticonderoga #2. I actually have sharpened one all the way to the eraser.


And now, my questions:

  1. Have you ever swum in a lake?
  2. What do YOU do with balloons when they’ve lost all their air?
  3. What does a perfect pizza look like to you?
  4. Have you ever gone cow-tipping?
  5. What is the longest you’ve gone without sleep?
  6. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
  7. Do you think it is criminal to wear socks and sandals?
  8. What fictional character do you wish was real?
  9. Do you think Barbie is a negative role model for girls?
  10. Do you believe in Karma?
  11. Have you already decided what you’ll name your kids?

I could have given you guys a lot more, but I decided not to. 🙂

I nominate:

MilesJumper from Art Style

Bella from The Daydreaming Damsel

Julia from The Joys of Julia

And anyone else who hasn’t received it yet. 🙂


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!