My dolls are here with me, and I'm trying to get some advice from them on how to start this first journal- my introduction. Unfortunately, they are strangely quiet today. I think they are nervous. I don't blame them, I am too. I'm sure they will adjust soon. Until then I suppose I must begrudgingly try to articulate my story without their assistance.
As my label shows, I am Bott-Amos Pit. The reason I list Bott before Amos is because it follows the chronological order of when the names were given, not because I prefer it over the other. I do not. I actually would like to politely ask that you address me as Amos- pronounced "ah-moss" not "aye-moss". They gave me that name and I like it much more. Thank you.
I was born in the house of a talented craftswoman, but that is not where I was to stay. My mother had many plans for me to grow up alongside her to become just as strong, crowd-pleasing, and fiercely independent. However, any chance I could, I would go to visit my other mother in her small house with her little shack that was always filled with the smell of clay, the resin dust from sanding, and the little lights of her city she created. Now, I never had anything against my performing mother, Mary-Anne. She is lovely, she cares for me, and she taught me a great many things. She even sent me to the Children's Circle when I was younger. but my heart always was drawn towards my crafting mother, Grace. As Mary can attest to, Grace always gave a light that made you feel like you belonged there with her in her city. It's what caused Mary to fall for her, and what caused me to find whatever time I could away from Mary's constantly busy schedule to go visit. Now, Grace was always telling me I brought her lovely creations to life when I worked on them with her. I didn't understand what she meant until after Grace's and Mary's split happened (they didn't enjoy having to try and fit such different lives and schedules together), and Grace had a good long time with me to let me sit and see the creations we both put our labor and love into. Whispers! There was an abundance of whispers. Every little doll and even some of their pets were abuzz with whispers! It was such a wonderful day, and every time I visit my dear Grace these days I get to relive it all over again, and I get to bring one doll- one small piece of the great city we have made together, along with me to wherever I get swept away to with Mary. I currently have 11, and whenever we have break this year I will be getting one or two more when I go visit. I could introduce them all, but I feel it would only be entertaining for me, so I will refrain from doing so until a later date.
Anyways, I feel I have left out some things I should have included in my story. I only attended Children's Circle for a short time when I was still quite small and living with Grace, so I don't have many memories to share. I got an education from my mother Mary every night when she got home, and I have a few friends online that I talk to when my dolls feel not so chatty. Anyways, that's mostly all for my introduction. I am looking forward to meeting everyone here, but you have to forgive me. I am not as well spoken as I am written.

My dolls are here with me, and I'm trying to get some advice from them on how to start this first journal- my introduction. Unfortunately, they are strangely quiet today. I think they are nervous. I don't blame them, I am too. I'm sure they will adjust soon. Until then I suppose I must begrudgingly try to articulate my story without their assistance.
As my label shows, I am Bott-Amos Pit. The reason I list Bott before Amos is because it follows the chronological order of when the names were given, not because I prefer it over the other. I do not. I actually would like to politely ask that you address me as Amos- pronounced "ah-moss" not "aye-moss". They gave me that name and I like it much more. Thank you.
I was born in the house of a talented craftswoman, but that is not where I was to stay. My mother had many plans for me to grow up alongside her to become just as strong, crowd-pleasing, and fiercely independent. However, any chance I could, I would go to visit my other mother in her small house with her little shack that was always filled with the smell of clay, the resin dust from sanding, and the little lights of her city she created. Now, I never had anything against my performing mother, Mary-Anne. She is lovely, she cares for me, and she taught me a great many things. She even sent me to the Children's Circle when I was younger. but my heart always was drawn towards my crafting mother, Grace. As Mary can attest to, Grace always gave a light that made you feel like you belonged there with her in her city. It's what caused Mary to fall for her, and what caused me to find whatever time I could away from Mary's constantly busy schedule to go visit. Now, Grace was always telling me I brought her lovely creations to life when I worked on them with her. I didn't understand what she meant until after Grace's and Mary's split happened (they didn't enjoy having to try and fit such different lives and schedules together), and Grace had a good long time with me to let me sit and see the creations we both put our labor and love into. Whispers! There was an abundance of whispers. Every little doll and even some of their pets were abuzz with whispers! It was such a wonderful day, and every time I visit my dear Grace these days I get to relive it all over again, and I get to bring one doll- one small piece of the great city we have made together, along with me to wherever I get swept away to with Mary. I currently have 11, and whenever we have break this year I will be getting one or two more when I go visit. I could introduce them all, but I feel it would only be entertaining for me, so I will refrain from doing so until a later date.
Anyways, I feel I have left out some things I should have included in my story. I only attended Children's Circle for a short time when I was still quite small and living with Grace, so I don't have many memories to share. I got an education from my mother Mary every night when she got home, and I have a few friends online that I talk to when my dolls feel not so chatty. Anyways, that's mostly all for my introduction. I am looking forward to meeting everyone here, but you have to forgive me. I am not as well spoken as I am written.