Do I Hate Pa Ingalls Or Railroad Tycoons More?

The closest thing I could find in my photo albums to a blizzard-stricken Dakota Territory is an exceptionally snowy day at Fort Necessity.

The Children's Blizzard by David Laskin
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The answer is Pa Ingalls, of COURSE. But I also hate railroad tycoons!

One of the things that I like most about Laura Ingalls Wilder’s novels is that she explicitly places them in a specific geographic and historical context that she very much wants to be relatable. She tells her audience that she is writing books about what it was like when their grandparents were children. But Wilder writes these fictional stories about the fictional childhood of a fictional grandparent as someone with no living grandchildren to tell her own real-life stories to. Other than the first-draft memoir Pioneer Girl, we don’t really know what her real-life version of her childhood would have been and how it would have differed from the fictional Little House. We know only a handful of the many stories that Pa, also a storyteller, must have passed down to her and her siblings. But based on what we do know about Wilder, her memoir and interviews, the historical records, and how much trouble librarians have always had figuring out how to shelve the books, we know that her stories are often (mostly?) true to life, sometimes only lightly fictionalized, and sometimes simply more inclined to be an idealized version of her overall tumultuous childhood. We can’t take her words as gospel, obviously--and nor do we, or at least me and my fellow Pa Haters don’t, because it’s clear as day how much Wilder wants us to love Pa. But dang, would it be easier to categorize Wilder’s work if she’d had a better understanding of authorship and journalistic integrity… or maybe not, since her style of outsider art heavily edited by a narcissist daughter with a political agenda and an equally loose concept of authorship is maybe what makes these books so special.

Anyway, all that is simply to say that I read The Children’s Blizzard specifically to directly inform my understanding of Wilder’s The Long Winter, so much so that I also re-read The Long Winter, which will be a tale for another day, but wow. SO much bleaker than I remembered!

And as far as directly informing The Long Winter, it both did? And also didn’t?

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The part that was most informative regarding The Long Winter, and the decision-making therein (which again, is explicitly fiction, but could be anywhere from lightly fictionalized to completely invented), was the looming, but rarely actualized, presence of That. Fucking. Train! Reading this book, I’m almost glad that our rail system mostly went the way of the dodo, because those train magnates deserved nothing but bad things! Bad people! Bad! Bad and booo!

Genuinely, though, I actually am really sad about the state of our rail system. I don’t want the train companies to snooker me into moving into a death zone, but I DO want to be able to take the train to Indianapolis and Louisville and Cincinnati and St. Louis, which I could have done 100 years ago! Just give me the 1920 version of train travel without the 1920 version of impending economic downfall!

ANYWAY. The idea behind The Children’s Blizzard is that the train companies lied, cheated, stole, and did whatever else they could get away with (which was basically everything) to get people to move--via train, in many cases!--out to these lands stolen from the indigenous peoples, then when the settlers got there in many cases the train company sold them land they themselves had gotten free from the government, and when the settlers needed supplies, well, guess what? All those supplies came out by TRAIN!

Again, more on that when I write specifically about The Long Winter, but still. Don’t forget that we HATE those train assholes!

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It would still be unethical business practices if, when people got to those territories, they discovered that everything was exactly as it had been depicted to them. Even if you really could simply tickle the ground and wheat would grow, the train monopoly would be too powerful to be trustworthy. But the train monopoly was too powerful AND they were a bunch of liars, because the climate in those territories was not suited for what they'd advertised, so not only could people not making a living as promised, but they couldn't even come prepared for what they'd be facing.

Specifically, those winters. They were bad, they were long, and settlers were completely unprepared to survive them. Neither sod houses nor claim shanties had proper insulation, and people were often unable to stock enough food and fuel to see them through to Spring, much less stock enough to keep their animals alive. This Children's Blizzard was unusual only in its suddenness and its timing, which struck most places during the school day, when kids who lived miles from the school house had come to school that day in light clothes appropriate for the warm spell they'd enjoyed that morning. But the cold killed settlers all winter, every winter.

The petty politics of weather forecasters was a necessary but dry part of the book, and you can genuinely skip those sections and still know what’s going on. Guys didn’t always do their jobs correctly, sometimes people were drunk, and telegrams cost money that the government didn’t always want to pay, all of which led to the news about the cold front not getting spread like it should, but I dunno how much of an impact a correct forecast really would have had here. It’s not like kids were checking the morning weather forecast before leaving for school!

What did not inform my re-read of The Long Winter is that this blizzard actually was not the one depicted in The Long Winter. I was sure it was, because Wilder describes a blizzard early in the book that matches the description of the Children’s Blizzard VERY well. But it’s not, oops! It does make me wonder if Wilder drew on newspaper descriptions of that blizzard for her scene, though. But the book was still worth reading, because it did inform my overall understanding of The Long Winter, the migration to Dakota Territory, and the impact of that FUCKING train, ugh!

If you’re into disaster non-fiction (and if you are, then my response to you is “!!!?!!!”), this book pairs well with David McCullough’s book on the Johnstown Flood. They occurred in adjacent years, the painful level of detail about the individual experience of each disaster is similar, and the aftermath is also interestingly similar in terms of the media response. The media loves a darling!

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I Read the Canon Work on Ley Lines, and Then I Read Some Ley Lines Fanfic

This is my tourist map of the ancient sites of Great Britain. Watkins used maps about 10 times this size for his ley line hunting.

Early British Trackways: Moats, Mounds, Camps and Sites by Alfred Watkins
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The other night, I looked up from the book I was reading (this one, lol!) and said to my older daughter, “So, okay. You know the guy who invented ley lines?”

And she had the nerve to be all, “Oh, yes, indeed! The perennial subject of half our conversations? That guy who is a Totally Normal Guy For You To Always Be Talking About? Please, do tell me what that guy who obviously everybody knows and discusses regularly said this time!”

Well, humph. At that point I didn’t even want to tell her, except obviously yes of course I did, because this guy was creating his ley lines by hand with a straight edge and pins on taped-together ordnance maps with a scale of 1 inch to 1 mile. England is something like 280 miles wide, y’all! That is WILD WORK!

This screenshot of an ordnance map showing just south of Avebury is about the right size. Even at this scale, though, you can't see the sacred wells or "named trees" that Watkins continually references as waypoints. At this scale, I'd sort of assumed you could see the individual stones of West Kennett Avenue and Avebury, and you also can't see the cross markers that Watkins also continually references. He would have LOVED Google Earth!

There are two things that I find the most interesting about ley lines. The first is that they’re not real. Or rather, it’s more like they’re real, but only in the sense that Great Britain is so chock-full of ancient sites and mounds and wells and earthworks and ponds and tumps and trees and river fords that surely every single one of them must be in line with several others, ESPECIALLY if you dial down to a scale of 1 inch to 1 mile. Like, I genuinely do not think you could walk a single mile through the British countryside without bumping into a sacred well, or a tree with a name. A barrow! A hill! A pond! And okay, that’s not *exactly* what he meant--what he wanted to do was find lines that represented purposeful walking tracks, like from a flint quarry to a settlement, say, with markers that you could pick out by sight to guide you back and forth--but still. So many ponds. So many tumps.

That being said, however, I genuinely don’t find the bones of this idea unreasonable, and I think that it makes overt the important concept that people of other times didn’t necessarily perceive or think in the ways that we perceive or think. Their methods of wayfinding don’t have to be ours, and there’s nothing wrong with being creative in our hypotheses about how those methods might have worked. Like, sure, if you’re taking a two-day hike to the flint quarry, you absolutely have some sort of visual markers to guide your way. When it comes to placing Stonehenge and a couple of sacred wells and a really cool tree on that same path… I dunno about that, but maybe sometimes! It would certainly say a lot of interesting things about those ancient peoples at a societal level if it were true!

The other thing that I find the most interesting about ley lines is how they were co-opted by the mystical-minded. Watkins didn’t think they were lines of energy, or magnetic forces. He didn’t think they were mystical. He wasn’t standing on the sidewalk at Glastonbury offering to do tarot card readings. He would be SO sad to learn that his precious ley lines that he invented were now an iconic determinant of an individual’s woo-ness. But honestly, I’m kind of into it! It’s like people have been writing fanfic about ley lines, and I LOVE fanfic! I somehow found out about a small zine, The Ley Hunter, that was indie published in the 1960s and 1970s, allll about the woo version of ley lines and similar mystical topics, and then I found a good samaritan who had scanned a bunch of them into pdfs, and now I am nose deep into Ley Hunter lore. Currently, I’m living in 1965, learning about how the lost civilization of Atlantis was located off the coast of Ireland, and reading an article about how following the path of a ley line out from Bramber Castle makes for a lovely weekend stroll. If I lived in England, I would have so many interesting ways to fill my weekends!

The article actually said that it was the tree-topped mound right next to Bramber Castle that was the actual ley line sighting point, which agrees with Watkins' assertion that many castles and other notable buildings and settlements were placed next to, not on, ley lines. 

I did think it was interesting that in The Ley Hunter vol. 1, issue 4, author Jimmy Goddard writes about buying a 1 inch to 1 mile ordnance survey map of the Isle of Man, with the plan to map and then walk all of the ley lines he could find, creating the world’s first actual comprehensive survey of ley lines in one distinct area. Because the Isle of Man is small, he writes that he thought this would take a few weeks. But then he writes:

“How wrong I was! I now know that if I plot all the leys on it in a year I will be very lucky. From the first time I laid ruler to map leys and centres leaped up at me, and it seems that there isn't a tumulus on the Island which is not a centre. Every one I have tried has proved to be - and there are still a great many more to go.”

So, yeah. You can’t walk a single mile through the Isle of Man without running into a sacred well, or a tree with a name. A barrow! A hill! A pond!

Glastonbury, which Watkins would absolutely have agreed is a ley line center, and which has been associated with VERY much ley line woo since the 1960s.

Fortunately, walking across every inch of England, sniffing out every sacred well, tree with a name, barrow, hill, and pond sounds like the loveliest of pastimes. I'd happily be a ley hunter just for the excuse to amble in straight lines back and forth across the British countryside every weekend!

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Because Not Even Dolls Like To Spread Their Germs Around

I've been so busy learning to sew brand-new types of doll garments from various pattern books and websites that I forgot all about the one doll garment that I've been sewing regularly ever since the pandemic...

My 18" doll cloth masks!

Fortunately, a recent order (of this pretty red/green combo) reminded me--

--so while I was at my work table with the pattern in hand and cutting and sewing already, I also whipped up a mask to go with the American Girl doll wardrobe that I'm sewing for a niece's birthday later this summer:

I even found a scrap that would work with the green bias tape I was already using so that I didn't have to change my thread. It's a win for lazy sewists everywhere!

If you want your own version, I make and sell these 18" doll cloth masks in your choice of colors over at my Pumpkin+Bear etsy shop. It actually hadn't occurred to me to also offer the mask in a choice of prints, but this one *is* pretty cute...

Stay tuned, I guess!

If you're keeping count, so far this summer I've sewed:

• 2 18" doll sleeveless dresses with gathered waists
• 2 18" doll rompers
• 2 18" doll blouses with puffed sleeves
• 1 18" doll cloth mask

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I Read Doll Couture, Because Sewing Doll Clothes is My Newest Mid-Life Crisis Hobby

Doll Couture: Handcrafted Fashions for 18-inch Dolls by Marsha Greenberg
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Doll Couture starts with a couple of assumptions that you have to understand in order to fully utilize this pattern book. The first, which Greenberg states overtly, is that the patterns and instructions are meant to be used with handkerchiefs, tea towels, doilies, and other small vintage home goods. And to this end, Greenberg includes ample tips, tricks, and instructions for how to incorporate these sometimes delicate, sometimes finicky fabrics, from fussy cutting tea towel graphics to sizing crocheted doilies for a doll’s overskirt. This is an almost impossibly niche sub-topic in sewing, but totally valid and relevant. I do sort of wonder if anyone has ever used this book as intended to sew anything for their doll from these types of vintage fabrics, but honestly, it’s fine if nobody has--information for information’s sake is worthwhile!

The assumption that I had more issues with is the assumption that the reader is already familiar with the many basic tropes and mechanics of sewing for a doll. I’m a fine sewist, but I’ve never sewn doll’s clothing before, and I was baffled by the instructions for my first project, a simple dress with a sleeveless bodice and gathered skirt. I feel like Greenberg might have suspected that there was something confusing in her instructions, because she included the specific advice to read the instructions multiple times until you understood them, but no amount of re-reading was going to help me understand that a doll’s dress is constructed flat, with fastenings all down the back, because Greenberg never actually explains that. Without any guidance to the contrary, I figured that doll dresses were constructed the same way human dresses are--a finished skirt in the round, and a bodice that fastens up the back. I was so confused, and did a lot of seam ripping and trying again, but eventually I figured it out and didn’t have that same trouble with any of the patterns again, but it feels like something that should have been explicitly stated or shown in a photo.

I didn’t try every pattern, but the romper also skipped a couple of steps, requiring me to figure out how to attach the ruffle on my own. And to make it extra confusing, that one IS a slip-on pattern, so I kept trying to over-complicate it in my head by wondering where the back fastenings would be and if I wasn’t supposed to be constructing it flat, etc.

 

Most of the book is a lookbook of sorts, with full-color photos of dolls wearing elaborately embellished garments sewn from those vintage handkerchiefs, tea towels, and doilies. There’s a key to show you which patterns were used in each garment, but it’s not comprehensive, as the garments in the photos clearly show a variety of sleeves, skirt lengths, and romper bib styles, for example, that are not in the patterns. I really wanted that alternative romper bib with more coverage, too!

I ended up sewing multiples of three patterns that I’m pretty happy with: the sleeveless dress, the romper, and a blouse with puffed sleeves. The sleeveless dress is pretty similar to other basic basic doll dress patterns that I’ve seen, but it comes together exceptionally neatly with finished seams and a lining, and it’s easy to see where to add top-stitching and additional lining components to make the dress look even nicer. The blouse and the romper are both unique, though, and the romper especially is not something I’ve seen reflected in any other 18” doll pattern book--everybody’s book has a blouse pattern, but this is the only pair of American Girl doll overalls! The book lacks a regular, non-romper pants pattern, though, which is a bummer.

 

I didn’t utilize any of the lookbook images as inspiration to add embellishments, but I am looking forward to digging through my stash of fancier fabric scraps to use with that sleeveless dress pattern--I think I could end up with a very cute little ballgown that way!

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Gettysburg to Philadelphia to Columbus to Home

The battle ended and the armies moved on, leaving over 7,000 corpses and several hundred amputated limbs lying wherever they'd fallen or been tossed. The civilians came back or came out of hiding and put the place back together again, burying everybody and everything wherever they could be buried, in shallow graves and mass graves and here and there anywhere there was a spot, sometimes marked and sometimes not. A local lawyer, David Wills, organized the creation of a national cemetery for the Union dead adjacent to the local cemetery, and over the next few months all the corpses who could be found who were Union soldiers (and a few who probably weren't but got caught up in the mix) were moved there. 

Meanwhile, the Confederate corpses stayed in their various shallow graves for several more years, until a local doctor organized the exhumation of whoever could still be found and had them sent to proper consecrated cemeteries back in the former Confederate states. If you want to see a couple of people who have Big Feelings about this and are willing to say so with their full government names, you should check out the Comments section of this blog post from the sadly now defunct Gettysburg National Military Park blog. In it, some guy named John Eady Simmons, Jr. says that the Union soldiers were "misled by Lincoln!" That's not something that you want on the first page of a Google search of your name!

Anyway, a few months after the battle, when the corpses of the Union soldiers had been more or less settled into the brand-new national cemetery, it was officially dedicated and consecrated. Abraham Lincoln came and gave a speech. He stayed with David Wills, and likely wrote some of the speech in his house. He asked to meet John Burns, and they hung out for about an hour and by all accounts had a lovely chat. 

And on November 19, he gave this speech:

Back in our homeschooling days, it took my eight-year-old six months to fully memorize that two-minute speech (So many big words! So many relative clauses!), and I'm still chuffed at her accomplishment.

Also, she managed it in 1:23. She can talk faster than Lincoln, woot!

It was a beautiful day to walk around the national cemetery--

--and see Lincoln's handwritten speech in the place where he'd read it--

--but eventually we had to get back on the actual road, since the Battle of Gettysburg was meant to be by no means the main event of this week.

Okay, one more detour...

At our dinner at Dobbin House the previous night, Mr. Craft Knife had a local cider so delicious that he looked to see if 1) the cidery is open to the public, and 2) if it was reasonably on our path. It is, and it was!

Okay, now we're REALLY on our way!

Because we can be productive and efficient when we need to, by that evening we were enjoying a walk around the little kid's college campus after packing most of her stuff into the car (these knock-off Frakta bags are the BEST things to pack in! They hold a ton, they've got handles so they're easy to carry, and when they're empty they fold up flat and can be thrown in the top of a dorm room closet until they're ready to fill up again):

By the next morning we'd packed up the rest of it and were on the road, by that evening I was in Ohio, dancing to a band that, after an hour of trying to play the music they wanted, had submitted to the crowd and was indulging all the parents of the next day's college graduates with covers of classic 90s songs (the lead singer had to literally read the lyrics for each song off of her phone, and WE DID NOT CARE!), by the morning after that I was snagging seats inside a college gym--

--and by that afternoon I had myself a brand-new college graduate!

And then we packed her, up, too, and drove another four hours back home.

This big kid has grown up so much from that tiny little moppet with messy blonde curls who loved dinosaurs and baby farm animals and interesting rocks. For a while, I really longed for that little kid again--not because I wanted her instead of my own grown-up daughter, but because in retrospect, those days were so magical, and, it turns out, so fleeting. Tangential, but now I, too, have become the person who tells parents of young children in a slightly too intense tone to cherish the present because it's gone before you know it, and the parents always nod and agree but I know they're rolling their eyes because why do all older women keep telling them that but SOMEDAY THEY WILL KNOW WHY.

But anyway, yes, I still miss that little kid, and the best day of my life would be to somehow be a time traveler and get to babysit her and her even littler sister and see those little faces and hear those little voices again, but I wouldn't trade that little version for my own grown-up daughter for anything in the world. It's excellent to have a kid who's all grown up, and you can see that they're thoughtful and kind, they're generous, they're funny, they're happy to be alive and excited to see and do everything they can, but they're still also your kid who will hang out with you and listen to all your boring stories and tell you much more interesting stories in return. And obviously, they still love dinosaurs and baby farm animals and, most of all, interesting rocks.

In related news, if you know of any great job openings for early career environmental scientists, please send them my way!

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I'm All Caught Up On Gay Hockey Smut, So Lesbian Hockey Smut is Obviously Next

The Long Game by Rachel Reid
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The Long Game represents, or perhaps is a reflection of, or maybe just came at the right time for me to find the similarity with my own disappointment at falling out of love with men’s professional hockey. I’ve complained over and over again throughout this series that I don’t get what the big deal is about dating your “rival,” that I don’t understand why Ilya and Shane, if nothing else, didn’t at least actively rewrite the myth of their rivalry (it would have been so easy, considering that they’re not actually rivals off the ice!), and that I don’t agree with their assumption that in the universe in which they live, they simply have to stay closeted until retirement. And so in this book, we finally get the big moment in which everything that I’ve been complaining about will be resolved, and I get to see the ultimate plan that will make everything I didn’t understand or agree with make sense.

And… huh.

So, okay. On the one hand, The Long Game does clarify a few things, mainly how impossible it would have been for Shane to come out before this, what with his black and white, catastrophic thinking. He’s very autism-coded, and explicitly orthorexic, and has a few other characteristics that weren’t as clearly depicted in Heated Rivalry that do make me see how he’d choose this closeted life for himself, and for Ilya by default. But then that just leads me to the dead-end that perhaps they’re not as well-matched a couple as they’d like to believe, because Ilya so very clearly needs to be out, deserves a vast found family and support system, and is suffering in this self-imposed isolation of their secret. Add to that the fact that both men are palpably miserable when they have to play their “we’re rivals on and off the ice” roles, and this depiction starts to make it seem like they should part from each other with love.

But that’s obviously not where the book wants to go with their relationship, which I guess leads to this forced outing, since letting them come out on their own terms isn’t a very dramatic conclusion to this angsty and dramatic state of being. I don’t like it for them, but whatever.

I just hate that everything has to be as black and white as Shane’s internal monologue! We’ve got to get Shane onto the Centaurs with Ilya, but he can’t just choose Ilya even though he loves his team--nope, he’s got to get completely emotionally destroyed by people he thought were his friends, and betrayed by a team he’s always been devoted to. It’s as bad as that time that I was so excited one morning to watch the Men’s USA hockey team win Gold, and then they immediately managed to perform toxic masculinity so passionately that by the evening I was no longer a fan of the NHL. It’s fine, though, because the PWHL is even better.

Along those same lines, that’s kind of why I’m not very excited to hear that Reid is working on another Ilya/Shane book next. I know they got their happy ending and almost all of our favorite queer men in hockey are now on the same team so at some point we’ve got to have a book in which Gay Hockey Wins the Stanley Cup, but I dunno. Even with that happy ending and the queer hockey revolution to look forward to, that forced outing and team betrayal have just left a bad taste in my mouth, and I’d rather have a reset, or at least a palate cleanse first. What I really wish is that Reid would write a women’s professional hockey book or two. There are so many adventures she could write about a fledgling professional sports league, so many queer stories to tell in which getting outed doesn’t have to be a plot point, and it would be so restful to have fun reading about hockey and romance in a profession in which toxic masculinity can take a backseat for a change.

Actually… that surely already exists, right? I mean, romances between people and dinosaurs exist--OBVIOUSLY PWHL-adjacent romances exist! Off to research queer women’s hockey romances!

A special shout-out just for the audiobook: I love that when Ilya speaks to his therapist his accent disappears and he talks just like a regular bro. Because of course he doesn’t have a Russian accent while he’s literally speaking Russian, but also? He’s just a guy! We are a world away from Kip’s speech-impedimented Brooklyn accent that the series’ previous narrator subjected us to, and I am SO happy about it.

Game Changer Reviews:

1. Game Changer, or, the Captain America AU hockey fanfic one
2. Heated Rivalry, or, the best one
3. Tough Guy, or at least it's not the real NHL
4. Common Goal, or, I hate Kyle
5. Role Model, or, a bully meets a nice guy and they fall in love
6. The Long Game, or, this is actually really depressing but I guess not as depressing as it could be *cough, cough* Brokeback Mountain *cough*

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I Sewed American Girl Doll Blouses With Puffed Sleeves

Unlike the rompers, which I desperately want in my size, I do not long for a pair of me-sized blouses with puffed sleeves, but I do have to admit that they're well-constructed!

That's definitely a feature of the book Doll Couture, which this pattern is from. I don't particularly love any of the designs other than the romper (although I LOVE the romper!), but the three patterns I've sewn from it so far have come together beautifully. The sleeveless dresses remain the easiest, and could be made in infinite iterations depending on fabric and by adjusting the skirt length and volume, but I'm having a little trouble finding complementary additions to the rompers and these blouses.

I intended these blouses to be worn with the two rompers that I also sewed from Doll Couture, so I sewed them from solid fabric. The white one works great with the unicorn kittycat romper, but the grey one not so much with the galaxy romper. Hopefully, I'll find some patterns in different books that I can switch out, but ultimately, it'll of course be up to my niece to decide what goes with what.

The only tricky part of this blouse pattern is centering the collar, since it's very obvious if it's uneven. There are a few fussy elements, such as gathering those puffed sleeves, and I got a lot of TV watching accomplished while stitching tiny buttons and buttonholes:

--and even though the buttons are all vintage choices that the older kid helped me find in my stash, I think they match perfectly!

The kids' dolls like them, too!

What color shirt are we thinking would look better with the galaxy romper? Cream? Black? This grey isn't the worst, but I'm not really feeling like it goes with the romper:

I guess it's not so bad from the side--maybe it's the blue ruffle that's throwing the outfit off? Fortunately, the white blouse is perfect with the unicorn kittycat romper:

I also don't know if I like the look of the puffed sleeves plus the ruffles, but if I do want to switch the pieces up I'll have to figure out what bottom DOES go with puffed sleeves... and now I know that I definitely am thinking too hard about this! Because what I actually would like is for my niece to throw all proper outfit combos out the window and instead dress her doll in a puffed sleeve blouse plus a pair of pajama bottoms plus a tiered skirt plus a fleece vest plus a newsboy cap plus a pair of booties, and then get it all dirty making doll-sized mud pies together.

Up next on my sewing table are flannel pajamas and jersey knit T-shirts from All Dolled Up, and then I might dig through my fancy fabric scraps, because surely a doll's wardrobe is not complete without several ball gowns, party dresses, and dress-up outfits!

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