Dorrie, the little witch with her constantly bent hat and her mismatched socks and her cat Gink, lives with her mother Big Witch and Cook in their Victorian house. One day they go to the Bazaar to sell Big Witch’s odds and ends and potions and balms. While there, Big Witch disappears right from under Dorrie’s nose. She’s apparently been turned into a teacup, and unless Dorrie can get Wink the Wizard to reverse it, she’s going to have a teacup for a mother for a thousand years. When Wink refuses, Dorrie has to rely on the little round witch with the little round glasses and the secret she says she has on Wink.
I have two or three copies of this book I love it so much; if one disappears or gets overly torn, I don’t have to hunt to find a new copy. The art is adorable; Dorrie and Big Witch’s little hat/hood combo things on their heads are what I would love to have as a witch’s hat. And you have to love Wink; he is a strange, strange little man and I love the sketches of him.
My favorite three pictures (though to be honest, I have to stop myself from just including the entire book):
Dorrie was such an important part of my childhood that I dressed up for her one Halloween; without the hat unfortunately, but I would announce to everyone that I wasn’t just “some witch”, I was Dorrie.
There are twenty books in the Dorrie series, but this will always be my absolute favorite. To quote Marie Kondo, “this sparks joy.”