Katie Pumpkinhead’s Pumpkin Patch

 One of my goals with this blog for 2021 has been to introduce my collection and their stories/personalities a little bit more. I’m kind of out of practice with such things, as I really haven’t written profiles and the like since I collected “normal” dolls several years ago, but a trip to the cemetery yesterday really inspired me to finally kick this off, with my group of “Pumpkids” from an amazing artist who calls herself  The Beast Peddler  . From left to right we have Hebbard, his tiny sister Wynna, and cousins Abe and Lauretta. Abe and Lauretta were the first Pumpkid additions to the family. They arrived on the same day and I immediately got the sense that, though she is smaller and appears just slightly younger, Lauretta was the more level-headed one, while Abe was the goofball. Case and point, Abe thought this box should be either his tomb or his bed, and you can see that Lauretta is half-amused, half losing patience. Abe is an explorer and tends to be very fascinat...

"Why so sad, little pumpkin?" the girl asked. "I don't think I'm in the right place," the pumpkin replied.  "Whatever do you mean?" the girl questioned. "You are, after all, in a pumpkin patch." "It's not that I don't believe I fit in here," the pumpkin said. "I know that I'm loved. My family is here, or so it seems." "Then why do you seem so out of place?" the girl wondered.  "I just think that maybe I'm meant to be somewhere else," the pumpkin mused. "Have you ever seen a place that felt more like home than anywhere you've lived?" The girl nodded, remembering a place that lit up her heart. She closed her eyes as she remembered an autumn breeze, the sound of it rustling through the trees, bringing to life the scarecrows that lined the fence in the park that gave her peace like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She thought ...