Our Coming Guest

We met Goobie Scopel last year (spring 2016) when we all took a trip together to North Carolina with our Bean, her Bean, and another friend of both of the Beans.  Today’s picture collage and its accompanying story is courtesy of Bean Mama Scopel and features the three of us at a nice stop along the way, an antique mall where we found lots of things to explore.  You probably recognize me.  Goobie is wearing a pink heart dress and Smidge has on her long pink hair (she’s gone short-hair since, but might grow it out again sometime).  Although all of what we saw drew us in like magnets, we managed to resist and leave them all behind, but we sure had fun while we were there.

Goobie’s Mama will be going away for an extended period, and Smidge didn’t want Goobie to be all alone, so she invited her to stay with us.  Last week, we got all the pertinent information about Goobie and a written permission for her to be our temporary guest, including any travel we do…which of course we will.

This has inspired Smidge to get all the able bodied dollies to help haul down the Glamper from Winter Storage so that they have a place to stay.  Of course our Bean, being the less-than-perfect housekeeper, is all a-flurry, trying to make space and clear things out for Smidge’s guest who is arriving on the same day as the Hitty Club, which is the tail end of a weekend of fun doings (including a doll show) with a weekend house guest.  Everything exciting at our house always seems to happen at once.

This is gonna be fun.  Stay tuned.

 

Happy belated Valentine’s Day

This week we celebrated our new color of the week, RED – since last week was all pink, it seems like a logical progression.  Actually, it was Valentine’s day, so red hearts were everywhere.

Bean and Smidge attended a lovely lunch at a friend’s this week.  Delicious food and lots of red hearts and other pretty decorations were everywhere.  And Smidge said there wasn’t a dust mote in sight. *sigh*  We could re-build the Taj Mahal with our vast collection.  But Bean’s philosophy is to have fun and be creative, and somehow she doesn’t see cleaning as a creative activity.  I have pointed out (naturally it was me because I’m the tidy one) that if she did a bit of cleaning, she would be better able to locate her supplies beneath the layers with which to have fun and be creative.  Some large dust mote just seconded my thought as it wandered off in search of friends. *shudder*

But our big news of the day is that we will be having company in just over a week, yet another good reason to get creative with a duster and a mop.  It’s Hitty Club on the 27th.  That’s when the Club members gather to play with Hitty dolls and make something for them.  Bean is in charge of the activity because there were no other volunteers.  She said it would be an easy craft.  Lucky thing it’s easy since she also fixes lunch for everyone.  So she has a week to find the cleaning products and get the job done. Look out, people:   whirling dervish at work. But don’t worry – her frenetic activity won’t last long.  She’ll be back to creative play in no time.

But Hitty Club is not the company to which I refer.  The company is actually a small friend of Smidge’s who is coming for an extended visit.  She will arrive in about a week and stay until June! That’s practically like having a new family member, and she’s staying even longer than Auntie Glenda does every year. I’m not permitted to release the friend’s name just yet, but she and Smidge have known one another for some time, and even took a weekend trip together once.  Smidge is pretty excited, and if Bean isn’t anxious to pull out the bucket and broom, Smidge can barely wait to clear a parking spot and get the Glamper moved down from its Winter Retreat location to accommodate her and her guest.

It’s great to have a friend.

Every day is Valentine’s Day when you’re with a friend.

 

PINK PINK PINK

This is my over-the-top pink issue.  It’s been a pink week, in fact.  So here’s the story.

The Bean had ordered a lovely pink hat for Pinkly because all pinkie peoples need pinkness around them.  This move backfired in that Smidge saw the hat and lost her little pink mind.  It’s not that she didn’t like the hat…she loved the hat and wanted it badly.  Of course it was way too big for her tiny little pink head, and Pinkly will be keeping said hat that was, in fact, ordered just for her. This did not stop Smidge from wanting the hat.  Honestly, it’s a totally adorable pink hat.  Thus, a smallish pink temper tantrum ensured.

pinklys-new-hat

And then, in the next mail, came a generous gift from a Human friend – unused Metro passes for Mr. Bean to use when he ventures into the big Capital City District of Columbia to the Smithsonian Naturalist Center where he’s volunteered for many, many years. My Bean had never seen these passes before, and since the mail was addressed to her, she pulled them from their comfortable, padded envelope to examine them.  Thinking they could be lost in the recesses of Mr. Bean’s brown leather-covered box into which she places his mail, she decided to put them back into the padded envelope to keep them together.  But they didn’t fit. She tried again, with the same result.  Denied. 

This forced her to peer inside to see why they fit initially, came out, and wouldn’t go back…and there she found not one but two PINK KITTY HATS!!  Her pinkness detectors on extreme alert, Smidge came running to see.  “MINE” she declared.  Bean acknowledged that Smidge could indeed have one, her choice.  Smidge allowed that perhaps one of the Hittys could have the other (maybe), but not until after she decided which one she wanted for her very own pink self.  This would be decided by wearing each hat, in turn, for several days to determine which one flattered her the most.  Flattery is apparently a very important thing.

Smidge is currently wearing the darker pink kitty hat, which has some sparkle to it and that she has declared to be “purrrrr-tie” on her.  Truth be told, she discovered the pale one didn’t quite fit over her voluminous curls and she went on to claim its color clashed with her curls, whereas the darker pink one matched her new sweater.  She claims she will hold some sort of lottery to award the pale pink hat to a desperate and needy Hitty.  We shall see.  I can imagine her putting on handles and calling it a tote or something.  Such a Smidge thing to do.

We think Pink Week is over for the rest of us, but you know it’s never over for Smidge or Pinkly.