Clookie
As a kid, my parents would frequent the house of Clookie. (I’m pretty sure I have mis-spelled their name but it looks how it sounds to me, and thanks to “kid code” that’s how I’m spelling it.) We wouldn’t venture to their house too often but as my memory holds any time we visited was one too many. The problem for any kid in the Clookie house was this, it was white.
Everything.
The carpet was white, as were the walls and all the cabinets and furniture, linens, clothing and even the dog.
White.
Can you imagine walking into a house like that at age seven, knowing full well anything you touched would show the dirt on your pudgy little fingers? I never knew what to do with myself while we were there. I couldn’t play outside because when I returned I would be more unclean than when I had arrived. I couldn’t chase after the dog for fear that I might knock over a precious white vase or scuff a wall with my black rubber souled shoes.
There was only one redeeming thing about the Clookie household and that was the guest bathroom. Minus the overwhelmingly humongous white marble bathtub and white towels there was the white puffer fish light. It sat on the counter by the door. When you turned off the bathroom light the puffer fish light would light up like any bathroom night light (could I fit one more “light” in that sentence?). It was just about the most amazing thing I had ever seen up to that point. Even now it’s hard to beat.
I’m not sure that a person can purchase these puffer lights. All I’ve found online are tutorials on how to make them. One thing is for certain, the Clookies did NOT make theirs. Too proper and white for slime, guts and goo.
All I can say is that I know one person who may find this entry either totally awesome or totally blasphemous as she is a lover of all things puffer.
Singing and Dancing
After a couple interviews today my head began to pound. I tried taking a nap but even after Sir Luke woke me up I was still in pain city. Then he handed me Dr. Pepper which fixed me right up. Or maybe it was the Excedrin I popped into my mouth right before the Dr. Pepper. Either way Gene Kelly ended up dancing into my heart while I recovered.
Singing in the Rain is a swell movie. But that infamous rain scene will always remind me of the Volkswagon commercial of yesteryear. Somehow Sir Luke had missed it. So I had to open his eyes to the wonder.
Reception Perception
On our way out of Utah today we stopped by Rubberball to see Jessica, Capree, and Brenda. Jessica had some of the images from the reception ready. Sir Luke and I were so excited to see them!
Thank you so much Jessica!
P.S. Blogger totally de-saturates these images…so pretend they are more vibrant.
Baby Boy!
Sir Luke and I started our trek up to Utah on Sunday afternoon. As we approached Filmore I got a text message from Britta saying she was having contractions! I was so excited and hopeful that I would actually get some pregnancy photos in before she burst.
Thankfully, we were able to make it in time and we able to be at the hospital today when she gave birth to “Baby Boy” at 12:16 P.M. 7 lbs. 1 oz. 21″ long.
He is beautiful. I am so grateful we were able to be there.
Congratulations Bruderer family!
Barbie World
The first time I heard about Margaux Lange was on the Craft Magazine blog, in a post where she was lamenting the reception her jewelry received at a local craft fair. She was frustrated at the response to her hard work and imagination.
I would have to disagree with the majority of people who had a negative response. Her work is completely original and interesting. I would totally sport this heart necklace from Etsy.com.
The clasp on this one is fantastic. I’m in love.
You can see more of her work on her website. It’s all pretty incredible. I don’t know how she isn’t sick of Barbies by now.