Arkansas, Day 4: Dragons an’ More!


It was a pretty mornin’!  I took a little jump inna leaf pile too.  It smelled all woodsy an’ musky an’ sorta damp.  Loads of fun!  Great way to start a day.  Everybody outta try it some.

When we got inna carving room, we found the green dragon head grew itself inna whole big dragon, with wings an’ everything.  I’ve been watchin’ the head since the class started, but to see it now with legs an’ wings an’ everything…I’m not so sure it’s really safe.



I mean, it says it’s safe.  But what monster doesn’t say that, if it gets a chance?  Sayin’ that would make it loads easier to eat things like little friends!  If a dragon walks up to you an’ says it’s a nice, safe dragon, an’ you listen to it, it’s gonna be really easy for the dragon to eat you up, cuz you won’t be ready to fight back.

(I’ve thought about this a lot)

But Pip said she really wanted to talk to the dragon, an’ the dragon said it was ok. Again. Ugh!  I hadda think bout it a bit.  So I leaned up close to the dragon an’ he an’ me had  a bit of a talk…


I told him, real clear, that he better behave an’ be a good dragon an’ not hurt anybody, cuz I had a sharp sword an’ wasn’t afraid to use it.  Then I told him bout the other dragon head that seemed like trouble earlier this week, an’ how I dealt with it…


But the dragon agreed, sayin’ again it was a good, nice dragon, an’ I relented an’ Pip hopped up onna dragon’s back.  I had a teeny tiny panicky heart attack, but I got over it.  The dragon was very nice, an’ he didn’t snarl or flare or fly or bite or nothin’.  Phew.  Pip was awful cute, though, an’ most brave!  Go Pip go!  (an’ thanks, dragon.  Sorry I didn’t much trust you).


The day went on with carvin’ an’ things.  Knives came out. Chips were flyin’.  Dragons were bein’ born!  Bit by bit, sorta.  I gotta say, I guess I didn’ know quite how this was gonna happen.  I thought maybe they’d be a bit more like the green dragon:  kinda full-sprung after a li’l bit.  The teachers’ dragon is more whole-ish sometimes.  It pulled itself all together today cuz of the green dragon, I think.  They were cute, goin’ nose to nose like they did.


The other li’l dragon babies are still comin’ along.  They’re openin’ their eyes an’ blinkin’ bits.  They aren’t born outta eggs, like most dragon babies (my monster books say they’re born outta big eggs, like snakes an’ lizards), but I guess that’s cuz they’re wood dragon babies bein’ born outta blocks?  They’re sorta cute.  Even real dragons are neat an’ cool an’ all.  Just…dangerous, too.


Pip got in some work today.  She’s been wantin’ to earn a nursin’ degree, like Smidge an’ Voir have, cuz Aunty Glenda sometimes needs lots of doctorin’ help.  So today, when carvers cut themselves an’ bled, Pip hopped up an’ assessed their wounds an’ applied first aid an’ stuff.  Grammy Happy an Aunty Glenda both needed tendin’ to, an she was right there, sayin’ smart stuff like “Apply pressure” an’ “Elevate the wound” an’ “Let’s affix a bandaid” an’ “There, there.  It’s going to be all right.”  She didn’t even get faint at the blood or nothin’!


After alla carvin’ an’ such, we came back to the cabin.  Pinkly’s been sorta super sad lately, with Smidge gone off with Voir an’ all, an’ lately Cooper’s been tryin’ cheer her up some.  This afternoon, tho…I dunno what was goin’ on.  He got down in front of her chair an’ was sayin’ somethin’ to her.  I couldn’t hear what he was sayin’.  Neither could Amalynn.  But she an’ me sure watched them!


Who knows what that was all about?

More dragons tomorrow!



Arkansas, Day 3: Dragons!

Today started kinda sad. Voir’s bean, Wizzy, wasn’t feeling too good an’ hadda go home. They left this mornin’. I’m glad she’s goin’ somewhere that’ll help her feel better, but I’m gonna miss her too. Voir was tons of fun! An’ her bean was super awesome.  So was her bean’s husband. Smidge left with ‘em, since Voir is takin’ everybody (her beans an’ Smidge) to Hawaii. We were all sad to see ‘em go, but I hope Wizzy feels better an’ all of ‘em have fun at Hawaii!

The green dragon head had eyes this mornin’.  Yikes!  Forgot my sword, which mighta been important cuz dragons are takin’ shape.


I kept Pip kinda close so she wouldn’t get hurt if a dragon came after her.


But those dragons sure are takin’ shape!  They’ve gone from somethin’ on paper to a buncha little heads with horns an’ teeth an’ stuff.


More about dragons tomorrow!  I’ll bring my sword for sure.


Arkansas, Day 2: Dragons!


Dragons still just heads.  Not too scary yet.  But maybe kinda sorta dangerous?  The green one looks like it might maybe wanna take a chunk outta someone.  Little dollies gotta be careful.  After Pip’s party, Smidge was still worn out, but Pip came too.  I brought my sword an’ made sure she’d stay safe.


There were lotsa knives an’ gouges an’ things that might be dangerous too.  But it was fun, watchin’ different folk makin’ neat things like big wooden dollies or buffalo or bears.  Cooper an’ Amalyn watched too, an’ teacher Adina brought her puppy!  (it was so hard to ignore the puppy, cuz it was super cute, an’ I missed Riley, but I hadda keep an eye on those dragons).  Oh my gumdrops, that puppy was cute!

But those dragons are bein’ hatched bit by bit.  They seem safe so far, but I’m gonna keep an eye on ’em to be sure.



Pip’s Party


Oh my gumdrops!  Pip hadda party!  An’ alla Hittys came.  An’ Voir was there!!  It was super duper great.  We had gobs of fun.


We had such fun!  Smidgie thought it was maybe a naked drunken party, but she at least came with her swimsuit on.  She’s gonna go to Hawaii with Voir after Arkansas, so I gotta make sure no dragons eat her or nothin’. Cuz of Hawaii, though, she’s gettin’ pre-dressed an’ super excited.

But tonight was about Pip!  We had fun, singin’ an’ dancin’ an’ playin’ games an’ gigglin’.  It was a super good time.  We couldn’ find or make a real cake (cuz we’re stuck up onna mountain), but there were yummy peanut butter pretzel pillows an’ a great pumpkin painted kinda sorta pinky purple.


Pip blew out her pumpkin cake, then she got busy checkin’ out her presents.  Aunty Glenda gave her a great box of pretties, an’ Grammy Happy an’ Smidgie gave her a pretty purple dress an’ some pretty purple shoes, an’ I made her a nice purple steampunky hat.  I think she liked it. (I hadda work on it in secret while we were drivin’ to Arkansas, cuz it took a while for all the right parts to come inna postal.  We were on the road right after I got ’em all.  Nothin’ like last minute stuff, right?!  But I think it turned out ok.)

I liked her pretty purple dress, but for sure it wouldn’t fit me.  Might fit Meikiko or the Littles.  But I’d never take it from Pip, cuz her favorite color is purple.  Maybe Grammy Happy can teach Wren, though, an’ we can make some pretty dresses too?

After we all got tuckered out, we lined up sleepin’ bags an’ blankets an’ the whole lot of us snuggled up together an’ passed out.


It was so much fun!  I hope we can do this again next year!!

Love ya, Pip! Happy birthday!



Winslow, Arkansas


We’re in Arkansas!!!!

Gettin’ here took a bit.  I hadda pack a bunch of stuff, an get Hittys loaded inna carry-van, an’ Cooper said he really really wanted to come too.  So Cooper’s with Pip an’ Smidge an’ VOIR (yes, Voir!  I’m gonna meet Voir!) an’ me.

First, I hadda pack up lots of carvin’ tools.  Knives an’ gouges an’ sandpaper, paints an’ paintbrushes an’ stuff.


Oh, an’ I outta share the raccoon hat picture now.  Hitty Lily looked loads better in this hat than the one that swamped her.


Grammy Happy’s help with the suit was awesome.  It looks super cute!

The roadtrip was forever long.  Hours an’ hours an’ hours of long.  Cooper an’ me played funny games, like lookin’ for letters onna signs an’ things (he’d find A, I’d find B, an’ we’d get through the alphabet).  We saw some interesting things too, like a sign about Johnny Cash (he was a singer?), an’ we followed parts of a circus down the road!  I saw a tiger inna car, too, but didn’ get a picture.  Lions an’ tigers an’ bears!  Just gotta find some lions.


An’ I saw this weird thing goin’ down the road.  I think it was a vehicle?  But it’s got a face!  I’m callin’ him Angus.


Kirsten Obitsu Birch (Kylie’s cuzzin? I think? or sister? or somethin’?) says she thinks Angus is related to “BRWABLGABLWRABRABLA” boat

But now we’re up onna mountain, sleepin’ inna cabin.  Gotta meet a bunch of people who are carvin’ different things, like buffalo an’ babies an’ big dolls an’ little dolls an’ Hittys an’ dragons.  Met carvin’ teachers, Janet an’ Adina (sisters).  Met Voir an’ Wizzy too!!

An’ mornin’s gonna be carvin’ time.  Can’t wait!



Oh, hats!


Hitty hats.  Hitty hats, Hitty hats, Hitty hats.  I told Wren I wanted to make it myself.  I was gonna go see Hittys born.  I outta be the one to make the hat.

It was a great plan.

I’ve made hats before.  Made my own hat.  Made a hat for Pip.  Made a hat that went alla way cross the ocean to Kylie!  I helped Wren make animal hats for the Littles.  I can do hats.  I ain’t so good at makin’ whole outfits, but I can do hats.

Or…I thought I could…

Hitty hats are different.  Hittys are tiny.  But they’re not really tiny…I mean, they’re bigger’n Littles, after all!  But they got these super tiny heads, like they got stuck in a shrinky dink machine or somethin’.  Some of ’em don’t.  Like Hawthorne.  She’s got a sorta normal head.  But really it’s a sorta biggish head, for a Hitty.

Hitty Lily an’ Hitty Lily Too have normal Hitty heads.  An’ I didn’t realize that at first.  That was a problem.  So, without realizin’ what was gonna happen, I made a smallerish hat (cuz I realized they’re tinier an’ daintier an’ they need a smaller hat).  Hitty Lily said she’d help me with tryin’ stuff on an’ gettin’ things to the right size.  So I popped it on her head!


Whoops!  All I heard was this muffled voice, sayin’: “I think it’s a bit big, Kestrel.”

Yeah.  I think so too.  So I hadda rescue a Hitty from a hat.

That was loads better.  But it was time to go Think Again.  I remeasured, an’ cut again, sewed again.  Loads of Agains.  But they were good Agains, cuz the next hat actually fit Lily’s tiny Hitty Head!  Phew.  No pictures yet of what worked.  I wanna keep it a surprise!

Really, though, the hat wasn’t all that small.  I dunno why Hittys got such tiny heads!


(Don’t tell ’em I said that, tho.  They might get mad.  I can’t go to the place where Hittys are born with all of ’em mad at me already.  Lemme make a real mess first.  Then they’ll have a good reason for bein’ mad.)



Winslow, AR: More than just Hittys?

Oooh.  Just heard that there’s gonna be more than just Hittys bein’ born at Arkansas!  I’m not sure what everybody is workin’ on, but my bean says she’s carvin’ a dragon.  A dragon.  A for-real dragon born outta wood!  Oh, my gumdrops!  I hope it’s not the kinda dragon you gotta keep an eye on, cuz it’s out there tryin’ eat sheeps an’ burn houses.  Maybe it’ll be just a li’l-dribble-of-smoke kinda dragon, a sweet baby dragon that needs loves an’ cuddles.

But the ladies who teach do all sortsa amazin’ art.  They make horses an’ cougars an’ crows an’ giant, bean-sized people an’ enormous babies…  Plus they make Hittys.  An’ sometimes they make other dollies with joints an’ parts, ones that move like me an’ the rest of the flock.  But…wooden.  They’re like Pinocchio, but real!

Check out their websites.  Their work is amazin’.  I hope someone’s birthin’ a Hitty, cuz I wanna help a Hitty be born, but it’s ok if I gotta wait for that too.  I have another goal: dragon raisin’!  My bean’s gonna have to work hard to tease her dragon outta its wood.  Maybe she’ll let me help some.

Ooh.  If it’s like Riley, it’s gonna like treats.  What do dragons like for treats?  Gonna go do some research!