Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
The Tempest, Act I, Scene 2
by William Shakespeare


Hedydd was simply along for the ride. Still a-purse since yesterday’s errands, she stretched her wooden limbs and nestled further into the familiar hand-bag…if not completely sure where she was headed, she certainly knew it wasn’t THAT place!

From the dark, she heard a happy gasp, a flurry of cheerful conversation, and the zip of her hide-away being opened. In a moment, she was greeted with the sight of her favorite volume and more!

The Friends of the Dothan Houston County Library were hosting a book sale. Displayed in a corner of the room, some in a dear little suitcase, some neatly arranged for ease in viewing, were “vintage” books – all sorts. The first one spied was “Hitty, Her First Hundred Years”. Standing next to “Hitty” was “Twig”, and beyond “Twig”, “Penny”. Books indeed to be prized and treasured.

Friends of the Dothan Library Sale

Surely a kindred spirit had made these generous and timely donations!

Hitty, Her First Hundred Years by Rachel Field, Illustrations by Dorothy P. Lathrop

Penny, Story and Illustrations by Marjorie Torrey

Twig, Author and Illustrator, Elizabeth Orton Jones

Dothan Houston County Libary



The clouds were indecisive, not precisely lowering, but not entirely without threat. It was a mild afternoon, but Hitty Agapanthus still required a small wrap to ward off the moisture under the tall pines. Rambling through the garden under a irresolute sky provoked a delicious trepidation in the Small Wooden, allowing her imagination to take flight.

Hitty Antique Greenhouse

The antique greenhouse was gloomy-grey, the ancient breath of long-expired plants dried like dusty lace on the windows.



A fluorescent camellia on the edge of the wood offered a spot of brightness. Panthy strayed no further off the path.

Phantom Owls

The most delightful thrill of all were the Phantom Owls watching warily from the surface of the pond. Panthy blinked her painted eyes and they had flown, like her imagination, to some other secret world. But I suspect you can see them, too…


Dothan Area Botanical Gardens

No one seemed to be home, when Hitty Agapanthus knocked on the door of the wee fairy house on Green Street. She was disappointed. Perhaps the residents were about their business, tending the garden as it faded into Autumn, but surely someone should be there to greet her!

Gardens on Green Fairy House Door

Where have they got to?


Bearengaria, however, found a shady arbor and settled in with a very good book.


Gardens on Green Gari

A perennial favorite!


Agapanthus is not normally given to sulks, but having not spotted a fairy, in any garden, was still feeling out-of-sorts at the end of the day.


Blue Doll Pumpkin

“Blue Doll” pumpkins for a very blue doll.








October 1rst is World Day of Bullying Prevention. Taffenous is ready to #BlueUp – wear blue – raising awareness about bullying and cyber-bullying. Now, most Hittys have clear expectations of how they should be treated, always with deference, naturally, but those same Hittys, and the folks they live with, are invariably kind, generous and inclusive.

Hat Not Hate 2018

“And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you” Ephesians 4:32  

The Lion Brand Yarn Company is also contributing to the campaign with “Hat, Not Hate”, encouraging folks to create and wear blue hats. Taffy always enjoys new headgear, so was pleased to don a blue Kitty-Hitty-Hatty. The little people in her life have a new, blue, woolly headband and a hair tie to wear on October 1rst. They might have a difficult time understanding big ideas like “raising awareness”, “prevention” and “resistance”, but even the smallest person can share kindness.


To find out more about the campaign, visit:


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Days are shorter now, as August crawls slowly by. The air is pleasantly warm in the late afternoons. Growing things relax and expand, no longer constrained by the blistering heat.

Some benevolent, foolish, forgetful creature – a squirrel, a chipmunk or the Resident Robin – had gifted the garden with a happy reminder of the previous Autumn. The vine had produced a bevy of flowers, but only two pumpkins, one whom met an untimely end. The culprit was never identified.


Pumpkin's Progress

Agapanthus thought it wise to keep a close watch on the progress of the survivor, and along with household help, vowed to bring it along to the grinning, glorious destiny meant for a humble gourd.

“You shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as the native among you,and you shall love him as yourself, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt…”

Leviticus 19:34


Yorick is up for any project that involves dirt and a shovel. Yes, the stage always beckons, but when the theatre is dark, an actor is still in need of funds…and amusement. So it was that he found employment with Hyacinth Paw-Paw, herself hired for a somewhat suspect bit of gardening in the flowerbed of a “recently departed” neighbor.

Joe 1

Can you dig it?


Yorick thought the dead of night might prove more dramatic, but Paw-Paw reasoned that evading the scrutiny of neighbors was nigh on impossible in Alabama and the brilliance of noon coupled with a professional posture might deter the curious. Tasked with taping the scene, Yorick made quick work of it, settled back to enjoy the slice of blade through soil and listen for the music that is metal on bone… if he’d had a spine, shivers would have run down it.

Joe 2

Wish-I-Had-A-Spine-Tingling Crime Scene Investigation!


Imagine his disappointment when Hyacinth Paw-Paw unearthed not a moldering corpse, but Saint Joseph himself! Having within the hour completed his mission, Saint Joseph and his Son were ready for rescue and return to their Family: all no longer sojourners in a strange land, but happy residents of a home far away.

Joe 3

It’s a happy ending for almost everyone, despite the lack of a body.



A little about the tradition of burying a statue of St. Joseph



The purchase of two vintage dollies brought not only a bit of cheer one September afternoon, but a surprise as well. Hiding under the cloak of a simple pipe-cleaner doll was a wee felt basket containing a Mercury dime from 1944!

It is a very simple basket…and an enormous amount of money for one little doll. The Wiregrass Hitties and Mad for the Farthing Crowd thought, they too, could make use of such handy little conveyance and contrived to make a pattern.

Felt Surprise Basket

An intriguing surprise in a very small package…what a story there might be!

A bit of felt from a thrifted Pendleton skirt, scraps of embroidery thread from past projects and a few beads made the perfect little basket to carry the “sixpence” from Grandmother’s bridal shoe.

Felt Surprise Basket Tottie

“and a sixpence in her shoe”

Teddy Bear yates- the quiet life of a companion teddybear

The quiet life of a companion teddybear



My Craft Closet Creations

"Have you never felt a doll's wish?" ~ Rumer Godden


handwork, writing, life, music, books


by Snip Herbert

Hitty Bee

Let's Create!

Notes from Björkåsa

A journal about a garden, crafts and dollmaking

TC’s World

"Have you never felt a doll's wish?" ~ Rumer Godden

Dandelion Affairs

"Have you never felt a doll's wish?" ~ Rumer Godden

Hitty Sassy

"Have you never felt a doll's wish?" ~ Rumer Godden

Hitty Hannah's Journal

Just another WordPress.com weblog

Celeste the Dolly. A Victorian Doll's Scrapbook

"Have you never felt a doll's wish?" ~ Rumer Godden

Adventures with Penny

Penny the traveling clothespin doll shares her adventures at home and abroad.

Hitty at Rose Cottage

"Have you never felt a doll's wish?" ~ Rumer Godden