WestonDelle ~ A Photoshoot
I. AM. THAT. HEROOO! XD
YES, I am BACK!!!
Thank you all for your sweet comments on my last post! The wedding was so gorgeous and absolutely perfect in every way! I’m so insanely happy for them – they’re just such a beautiful couple. God matched them so perfectly! <3
I did cry at the wedding, but not as much as I thought I would. And we danced so. Much. My feet were killing me. XD
I’ll be sharing some pics soon! I’m not sure whether or not to post them here or on LMF… What do you guys think?
Okay, I think I’ve rambled enough! XD I had an urge to go outside and take pictures of Weston and then decided that he needed a girl with him, so Riven-Delle came along too.
By the way, we had a thunderstorm the other day. It rained 2 days in a row. And there are no more 90’s in the forecast. AAAAGHHH!!!
On with the photoshoot! XD
This one I had taken flipped around, but then I rotated it and I thought that it looked really interesting this way! What about you? 🙂
So how have you all been doing? Anything exciting going on or coming up soon? Is school overtaking your life? I’d love to know what’s going on in your life! I’ve missed you guys! <3
I’ll post again soon! *waves*
By the way – the title is my attempt at a shipping name for Weston and Riven-Delle ;D
Masquerade~ Part 11
See the last part here 🙂
POV of Liesel:
A week had passed since I heard Jeremiah speaking to Frederic. I had wanted to continue trying to grow a better relationship with him, but I was too worried – too afraid to work on it.
Why didn’t he tell me what they were talking about?
“Do you think he’s up to something, Nutmeg?” I asked my only friend – my horse.
I let her loose to roam around the empty field while I sat down and pondered my problems.
POV of Edmund:
After a long, hot journey, I came upon Uceda where the supposed new Princess Liesel lived. I couldn’t help praying that it wasn’t my Liesel.
Then I saw her. A beautiful young lady sitting in the open field. She resembled Liesel, but was it really her?
Oh, Liesel, is that you? The beat of my heart quickened as I looked at her. What was I supposed to say? After leaving her all those years ago… How would she react?
I watched as she took out a few hair pins and let her hair fall. There was no doubt now. No other girl had long, golden curls like Liesel.
I couldn’t bring myself to move forward. All this time of being apart, all this time of searching for her – was she ready to see me? And was I finally ready to tell her why I left?
POV of Liesel:
I stood up, ready to return to the palace, when I turned and saw him. Edmund?
I hadn’t seen him in years, not since he left me. What was he doing back? I couldn’t quite understand my feelings. I wasn’t sure if I was excited to see him, or disturbed by his presence. I watched as he rode toward me, neither of us saying a word, but I knew we were about to have a long talk…
DUN DUN DUN DUUUNNN! Don’t you just love cliffhangers? LOL! I know, I hate them, too, but they’re fun to make! XD
Next part coming soon! 🙂
Masquerade~ Part 10
See Part 8 here and Part 9 here 🙂
“This is it.” I thought as I approached the farm. It looked so much more run down than I recalled. They must have gotten along terribly after everything happened…
“Hello! Anyone home?” I called out.
“Can I help you, Sir?” A young pregnant woman called from the stream near the house.
I dismounted my horse and walked over to the young woman who was now in front of the house with a pail of water in hand. “How do you do, Ma’am. I was hoping to find Liesel Bennet here.” I greeted.
“I’m afraid I don’t know any Liesel Bennets… Or even a Liesel for that matter.” The woman said.
“She used to live here with her mother and father. Do you maybe know her mother? Mrs. Amelia Bennet?” I asked, desperate for answers.
The young lady swept her hair out of her face as though in deep thought. “No, I’m sorry. My late husband and I bought this place from an elderly woman, Ms. Donalds about two years ago. Never knew anyone else owned it.”
“Ms. Donalds… Do you know where she’s staying now? Perhaps she knows where I can find the Bennets.”
“Um… I’m sorry to tell you this, but, Ms. Donalds passed away. Not long after my husband… There was a terrible epidemic…” She said solemnly.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I turned my head away to hide my disappointment.
“Would you like to come inside? I have some lemonade ready for my son, but there’s plenty if you’d like some.” She offered kindly.
“That’s kind of you, but I should be going. Thank you for your help.”
Before I could say another word, a small boy around 7 years old came running up.
“Mama! Mama! I caught myself a fish!” He yelled proudly.
“That’s wonderful, Charlie! We’ll have us a real feast tonight.” His mother praised. It was then I realized just how poor they were. Just a widowed mother with a child on the way, it must be hard to make end’s meet. If one fish caught with nothing more than a little net was a feast, I’d hate to know what their every day meal was like.
“Charlie, I want you to say hello to…?”
“Edmund Richardson. It’s nice to meet you, Charlie.” I flashed him a friendly smile.
“Go on inside now and get washed up, okay?” His mother instructed.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help to you. Good luck on your search.” The kindly woman said with a smile.
Before I headed off, I glanced at my fishing rod and I knew I had one last thing to do.
“Hey, Charlie! Come here a second.” I called him over just before they disappeared into the house.
“I want you to have this.” I said, holding out my fishing rod.
He looked at me, as though unsure if he should accept it or not.
“It’s okay, honey. Go on.” His mother gave her approval…
And he came over and grabbed the rod, a smile so wide on his cute little face.
“Look, Mama! My very own pole!” He exclaimed.
“It’s lovely, son. What do you say to Mr. Richardson?”
He beamed up at me and said thank you and I nodded.
“Can I go catch another fish for supper, Mama?” Little Charlie asked. “Alright, but be home before supper.”
“That was very kind of you, Mr. Richardson. I think it’s just about the greatest gift he’s ever received.” His mother thanked me with grateful tears in her eyes. “Before you go, I just remembered, there is a new princess in Uceda by the name of Liesel. She was close to poverty when the prince asked for her hand. Maybe she’s the one you’re looking for?”
“Thank you. I’ll be sure to look into it.” I said with a bow of my head.
As I rode away from the old farm, I couldn’t help but worry. If that was Liesel who married the prince, there was no way she was happy with him. I certainly hope she’s not married….
Next part coming soon! 😀
Discouraging Words~ A Photostory
Hi everyone! I got to thinking how it’s been a super long time since I’ve made a photostory, so today I set aside some time to make a short photostory for you all. I hope you like it! 🙂
“Aren’t these guitars great, Dallas?” Eli asked with an excited smile.
“Yeah! That was awesome of mom to buy them for us!” Dallas agreed.
“Oh so this is where all that music is coming from.” Lana observed as she walked in the room.
“Yeah, mom bought Dallas and me some guitars! Aren’t they cool?” Eli asked.
“Oh, sure. They look cool, but how do they sound? Go on, play something, Eli.” Lana urged her brother.
“Well, okay.” Eli agreed and strummed a few notes on his electric guitar.
“Hm. That wasn’t so bad.” Lana said, not sounding very impressed.
“Your turn, Dallas. Play something.” Lana ordered her brother.
“Yeah, come on, Dal!” Eli urged him.
“Well, I don’t know…” Dallas said, not feeling very confident.
“Ha! I bet you don’t even know how to play!” Lana sneered.
“I do, too!” Dallas defended himself and placed his fingers on the strings and began to play.
When Eli heard him, he felt sorry he had encouraged him to play. He just knew Lana was going to pick on him, but when he looked at her, she seemed to be smiling. He wondered if perhaps she was enjoying it.
Dallas strummed the last chord and looked at Lana who had her nose up in the air.
“That was the worst thing I have ever heard in my entire life. I can’t believe mommy wasted her money on a guitar for you! You can’t even play! She should have spent that money on something that could actually be played well by somebody. Like a piano for me!” Lana said full of disgust.
“It’s not a waste! I just can’t play very well yet!” Dallas shouted angrily.
Lana leaned over and said, “Dallas, you will never play the guitar well because you don’t have the skill it takes to play it.”
When Lana had left the room, Eli tried to cheer up his brother. “Aw, don’t worry, Dal! Lana always says things like that to everybody. You’ll learn!” Eli encouraged him.
“No, Eli. I think she’s right.” Dallas mumbled as he set his guitar down. Eli frowned and decided it would be best to leave Dallas alone for a while.
After about ten minutes, Jocelyn walked in the room. “Hey, Dallas! What are you doing?” She inquired.
Jocelyn sat on the floor and gave Pepper some love. Then she said, “So I heard mommy got you and Eli some guitars. Why aren’t you playing it?”
“Because I can’t. And, well, Lana heard me play and she said I’ll never be able to play well.” Dallas explained.
“Ooh, I see. Well, have you ever played the guitar before today?” Jocelyn inquired.
“No, this was my first time.” Dallas answered.
“Well, look, you can’t expect to be the best guitar player ever after just 5 minutes of playing. And that goes for anything. If you’ve never done it before, how could you know how to do it perfectly? Just give it some time. Keep practicing and some day you’ll be so good that Lana will wish she had never said what she did.” Jocelyn said.
“I guess you’re right… Thanks, Jocelyn.” Dallas said gratefully.
Jocelyn smiled and said, “No problem.”
Arent the guitars so cute? I got them at The Dollar Tree a few weeks ago! I think they’re perfect for dolls, but I just wish they could hold them more realistically. Oh well, it still works great! 🙂
Do any of your dolls play the guitar?