Camp Doll Diaries 2015 Check-In

What up, readers? It’s nearly summer, and the approach of summer means CAMP DOLL DIARIES! We have tried (and failed) to participate in camp in 2013 and 2014, so we wanted to give it another shot and (hopefully) stick it out! Unfortunately, June means tests, so we had a late check-in station, where the late campers could be welcomed. Check it out!


“Forms, check; whiteboard, check; sanity… don’t know where that is,” Emma murmurs to herself. “Whose idea was it to put me in charge? And where, oh where, is the counselor?” She looks up and waves. “Oh, hello, readers! It’s Emma Hawthorne here, except in a slightly stressed form! You see, I’m to run the check-in station until the counselor, whom I have still to meet, takes over for me. That’s technically her job, except she’s coming to camp later. Then it’s off to school to get my results for my tests… oh dear, here come the nerves again! Where is that counselor?” she mutters as she hastily straightens the rainbow tablecloth, and then hears footsteps behind her.



“Hello!” she exclaims breathlessly. “You must be the camp counselor!”

The girl turns and smiles, showing her dimples. “Yes; I’m Kit Kittredge. And you must be Emma Hawthorne. I’m sorry I’m late; I got tangled up with the little ones. They’re a bit…. you know!”

“Yes, I know; they’ve been under my feet for the whole week!”



“Oh, so you’ve been here for the last couple of days?”

“Yes; I’ve been helping out until you got here, but I need to go to collect my results from my tests.”

“Oh. Nervous?”

“Extremely!” Emma chuckles.

“You’ll do fine; I’m sure.”

“And so will you. The first day on the job will probably seem a bit overwhelming, but it’s a good laugh.”


“Here’s my form for being a counselor,” Kit says as she hands over the paper.

“Thanks! And out of curiosity, why are you late?”

“Ummm, bit of this and that. And by this and that, I mean literally this and that, across a big ball of wibbley-wobbley, timey-wimey… stuff.”

“Oh my gosh; are you a nerd too?”

“Yes; I’m a Tolkenite and BBC television have irreversibly damaged my happiness.”

“Awesome!” Emma shouts as the girls exchange a high-five.


“Here’s your clipboard,” Emma continues. “It’s got planning and registration sheets, and the camp leader’s information if you need a hand. Oh, and mine too. I was counselor of a camp last year, and I know the ropes.”

“But this year you’ll just be a camper?”

“Yes, I’ll be back after I get my tests back. But in any case of emergency, you can contact me with this number. I hope that’s it…everything appears to be in order,” Emma answers.

“Welcome, master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield?” Kit replies cleverly. “Except, I’m not expecting a pony.”


“See you around!” Kit calls as Emma walks away. “And don’t stress out; I want to see you with your head on right in a few days!”

“Thanks, and bye – or should I see namarie?” Emma replies as Kit laughs. She turns towards her table again and sighs. “What a nice girl. She seems like a friend. I wonder when the others will arrive?”


“Right now!” exclaims a voice, and Kit turns around again to find an amiable looking girl waving at her. “Hi! I’m Amber Williams. Well, technically, Amber J. Williams, but the J is sort of optional, because it’s a middle name, and the middle ones you tend to leave out.”

“Hello,” says Kit, amused. “I’m Kit Kittredge, your counselor.”

“Oh, that’s a new name! Where does it come from?”

“Well,” Kit answers, smiling with the memory. “My original name is Magaret Mildred Kittredge.”

“Sounds like a mouthful!”

“It is! But when I was small my dad used to sing me a song that goes ‘pack all your troubles in your old KIT bag!’ and it sorta stuck!”

“Awww, that’s cute.” Amber giggles.



“Oh, yes!” Kit suddenly shouts, and scribbles down Amber’s name on the form. “Sorry. First things first, and while I’m doing that, could you fill out this form?”

“Absolutely.” Amber replies and takes her form to the back table.

“You’re rooming in Cabin Peony, the campers’ cabin, with Emma Hawthorne, who was here just a few minutes ago. She’ll be back, but she’s sweet.”

“Great! Sooooo excited to make new friends!”

“Well, you’ve just made one, I think.”

“I know! Look at me go!”


“So where are you from?” Kit asks.

“Oh… somewhere in America. Except, I’ve been travelling the world lately; actually, that’s why I’m late.”

“Really? That’s awesome! Why?”

“Well, I’m into fashion, so I wanted to go see other big fashionistas, and I also went for fun. Mainly for the fun,” Amber adds

“Where did you go?”

“Paris, London, Madrid, Rio, New York, Los Angeles, Sydney…”

“WOW! That sounds like a blast!”

The girls are so busy talking that they didn’t hear footsteps behind them, until a loud voice announces: “AHEM!!”


“Who are you?” Amber asks rudely.

“I am Miss Emily Bennett,” the girl behind the table replies. “Second cousin twice removed from Her Majesty herself. And I am here to register for this trivial prison you call a ‘camp’. Unless I am mistaken, and this is the middle of nowhere? Oh, pardon me… it actually is.”


“Are you Emily!” Kit replies and walks over to the table to write Emily’s name on her forms. “Hi, I’m Kit Kittredge and I am your – ”

“I don’t care who you are, and what your name is,” Emily answers haughtily. “I am only here by force, so I would prefer not to make acquaintance with lesser life forms. And I would have you know that if you were to wrong me in anyway, I could have the whole of the United Kingdom on your case faster than you could sing Hot Cross Buns!”

“Okay…” Kit says, taken aback. “Well, I have no other choice but to communicate with you, unless you get your distant relation to sign a paper and send it over. So, Emily, I was not expecting your arrival because your mother cancelled two weeks ago.”

Emily sighs a long sigh. “YES! I know! Mummy and Daddy decided to have an impromptu “holiday”, leaving me behind to cope with foreign savages! Apparently, it’s for my own good, but so far I highly doubt her wisdom in this matter…”

“Yes, okay. But seeing as you weren’t signed up for camp, I will have to make arrangements to have you sleep in Cabin Toadstool, the counselor’s cabin, but that’s okay, I can share.”


“SHARE A BEDROOM!” Emily screeches. “I positively refuse to share a bedroom with someone, let alone someone inferior!”

“Well, I’m sorry sweetheart, but this isn’t Buckingham Palace!” Amber retorts.

“Now, Amber,” Kit reminds, then turns to Emily. “I’m sorry, Emily, but if you had booked earlier – or at all – other arrangements could have been made. As it is, I’m afraid we will deal with the circumstances. I will do my part, and I expect you to do yours.”


“Absolutely not!” Emily replies loudly. “Right, I am going to call Mummy. I expect she’ll come back from the Caribbean for me, and if not, I will contact the Queen of England herself. Now if you’ll excuse me-!” And she stalked away.

“Yeah, you go ahead and try, Emily!” Amber shouts after her. “And maybe you’ll realize that she doesn’t dare come back!”

“AMBER!” Kit exclaims.

“Well, she was asking for it,” Amber murmurs.

“Go look for her. The fact is, she’s stuck here, and if she runs away, then we’ll be held responsible. I’ll hold down the fort.”

“Fine!” Amber says and walks away.


Kit sighs. “Well, that’s a trouble spot, but the other two seem very friendly! How am I going to be a good counselor? Any advice for me? I want to make sure that by the end of camp Amber and Emily haven’t ripped each other apart, if you know what I mean… But oh well. Emily or no Emily, I’m going to make this summer fan-TAST-ic!” She cracks a smile and whistles as she works through the other paperwork.


We hope you enjoyed our start to camp! Are you going to camp?

The dolls xx




Picnic with a stranger


Hello, hello, hello… it’s Amber, star of the blog. (And yes, I am wearing Kit’s skirt over my shirt. It acts like a poncho and it’s so cool. I got the idea from Youtube.) Firstly, if you’ve been noticing some blog posts appear and then disappear, Kit changes her mind quite a lot. So please ignore Kit’s outbursts :D. But enough about Kit and time to talk about me.

Recently, when the weather was not too hot and quite comfortable, I decided to take a picnic. Some of this idea comes from Doll Diaries’ hobo picnic ( , except I’m pretty sure hoboes didn’t eat frosted Cheerios and crackers (a weird afternoon snack).


Off I went hiking to find a good place to eat my picnic. BTW, see that the picnic blanket has cows on it? 😀


Here will do! I sat down to eat and realized that the crackers had dropped! I was too lazy, um, comfortable, to get them, though, so I just ate frosted Cheerios. At times, nothing can beat them!

All of a sudden I heard quiet, muffled footsteps. I was confused. Emma and Kit were out, and my mom was inside. Was it a rat? (I hate rats!!)


But no, it wasn’t. It was a doll, I think, but I didn’t recognize those shoes…


All of a sudden her full body came into view. I couldn’t see very well with the light, but I already saw that she was pretty. Her dress was cute too, but it looked old. Her headband was doll-lightful, her shoes too – not my style, though, and it was getting too hot for socks.


Extremely pretty, I thought as she inched along the side of the flowers to join me. And her hair? She’s a redhead! That is just SO cool. Her hair was very silky and smooth. It was such a great length. Then she turned her eyes towards me, and I nearly fell backwards. Her eyes were so piercing it was a bit scary! But they were pretty too, especially their color.

“Hello,” she said in a tiny voice with a British accent. “May I sit with you, please?”


“Hi!” I exclaimed as she came next to me. Then, “do I know you?” I asked politely.

“I’m Emily, Emily Bennett,” she told me simply, smoothing over her dress. “I’m from England and I don’t know where I am.”

I learned that Emily Bennett had come from the 1940s, from England to America, and somehow had lost herself in time. It was confusing, but then again, Kit had done the same. I also learned that Emily was quite quiet but sharp. She was the sort of girl that everyone gushed over her and made her the center of attention. She was trying to impress me, I was sure of it. I think she wanted to hit it off with me. She wouldn’t talk about the war a lot, and when she did, it gave me the impression that she was telling me that she knew more than I did about it. Which was true, but a bit rude.

I told her that she could share my picnic with me, and I said I was sorry that I didn’t have the crackers with me.

“That’s alright,” she replied. “I found some on my way over.”


And there were my crackers in her hand!

“Those are mine!” I cried and when Emily handed them to me, I suddenly realized, she had followed me!


We sat and talked for a bit. She was getting on my nerves a bit, with that flawless English accent and perfect manners to match. She was looking at me a lot too, and informed me I looked like “Molly”. Like who? Who’s Molly?


And then Miss Prissy wanted a tour of where I was staying. I reluctantly gave her one. She seemed quite impressed, nodding but not saying a lot, and she smiled when she saw the garden and spurted out these gardening tips and asked me if I did them. I said no and she told me it was alright, but she gave me a sort of weird look.


So far, I wasn’t liking Emily a whole lot. She’s not very friendly and she seems… I dunno… cold, a lot of the time. I wonder why I haven’t seen her around. If she’s local, I hope she won’t be the sort that always wants to do something with me. I’ve got Kit and Emma for that, thank you.


Before long I had had enough of Miss Bennett and I tried to tell her that I needed to go.

“Jolly good,” she answered. “I was just wondering if you could help me with something.” She showed me a piece of paper. “I’m looking for this address.”

I saw the address. My eyes widened.

“With someone named Amber living there?” Emily prompted, and I remembered I hadn’t told Emily my name.

“Actually – ” It would be so easy to tell Emily that they lived over in North Dakota or something, but she looked at me and held my gaze with those amazing eyes. I figured she must be pretty depressed with the war and all, so I said, “I’m Amber, and this is the address you’re looking for.”

“Jolly good!” she repeated, but this time more stunned.

“Why?” I wondered. “Why do you want to know?”


And her blue eyes met mine, and I knew what she was going to say.

“Because,” she began, and I inwardly groaned. “I’m going to be residing here. I’m the new doll.”

Out of all the ways to ruin a picnic, I think this was number 1.


A Cabin Tour

Hi everyone! It’s Kit Kittredge, your favorite reporting doll! I’m sorry we haven’t posted in so long. School was finishing up for us and we didn’t have time (well, Emma SAYS she didn’t have time, but she was trying to get ahead in schoolwork, I know). Except just this Friday school finished and we were FREE!


The minute school finished I raced out of the classroom to get set up for Camp Doll Diaries. This year, I was chosen as the camp leader – aren’t I fortunate? It turned out there was nothing for me to do, so I got to take a look around the camp. So I saw the camp cabins!


This will be Amber and Emma’s cabin. It’s right next to mine, only separated by a small curtain (this means, of course, that if I hear them talking at night when they are not supposed to, they are BUSTED! – as Amber says). There are two bunk beds with coordinating bedspreads, :), shelves to put their clothes on, a modern blue, pink and white bedside table, a table to write on for camp assignments or letters to home, a stool and several cool posters/a flag.


Don’t you like the posters? They’ll go crazy over them!


My room is the best room – ahem, really cool. It’s got such a cute bed, a bedside table with a bird design, a stool, a calendar and two posters! I’m really happy with it even though it’s smaller! I imagine I’ll get lots of visits from my friends…


Here are the posters. You can see the famous Camp Doll Diaries sign at the top. It’s an awesome camp, you can look it up virtually at The introduction post is here:, and the Doll Diaries website is here:


Even though we’re like a month behind because of school, get ready, girls, to pack your bags! Camp Doll Diaries is coming up soon! We hope to post more about our camping adventures!