There is a lot of fun banter that goes on via the Instagram feed. So it happened that the fabulous Rebecca Weld, aka the Cookie Architect, off-handedly inquired if a particular set of my cookies had a home. And how she was willing to volunteer hers if not. Those cookies were spoken for but the wheels started turning for a “structurally” sound solution. As ridiculous as it seems, there appears to be a pun/wordplay for every situation, including architecture. If you want to have your socks knocked off, click on the link above to visit Rebecca’s blog- and prepared to be dazzled! Her cookie art is one of the Seven Wonders (of the Cookie World).
In’Tense’ Architecture: past, present, and future
Escher Construction Company
packaged and ready to mail
One of our neighbors is cock.a.doodle.coo coo for roosters. It’s good to be my neighbor. If you like cookies.
A dear friend works as a “cheese guru” for Wegmans (utterly fantastic grocery store, for those who do not live in the northeast). As she was approaching a milestone birthday, I wanted to send her something to lighten the mood. You know, to encourage her to BRIE all that she could BRIE. Go a little CRACKERS on her big day….
So Denver had 70 degree sunny days in January and, here it is, Mother’s day in mid-May, and we are expecting thunder snow. That Mother Nature has a few tricks up her sleeve. Moving on to other tricks, I included some word play and pictograms in this first playful Mother’s day set. See if you can figure them out (answers at the end of the blog. wink. wink.).
In the second set, I overloaded in the gushy and the sentimental. The aim was to make a story board in cookie form…along with writing a poem to my children. (It is our second-born that is the wordsmith so take my musings with a grain of salt). My kids are anything and everything for which a mom could ever hope. Thanks to them, we’re celebrating me on Mother’s day. Oh, and, thank you Hallmark.
Then I thought of my mother. My mom was a quiet role model of strength and perseverance. I never heard her complain, even though life threw a full arsenal of difficulties her way. My dad died suddenly and unexpectedly when I was 3. In a time that it was uncommon, she went to university (graduated top of her class), converted the second floor of the house into an apartment as well as sold my dad’s cameras (he was a professional photographer)/anything else of value to help pay bills, took in my grandmother (after my grandfather died), sewed/made the clothes on our backs, took us on every.other.year camping vacations (the only way she could afford) to show us the wonders of the USA, and robbed.Peter.to.pay.Paul to put me through an expensive engineering school. Such incredible people in my life. Sometimes, you just get lucky as all get-out.
(one in a million, the whole nine yards, fantastic)
This past weekend, we were visiting Hilton Head Island, SC – riding our bikes near Coligny Circle. Low and behold, the Aunt Chiladas Tex Mex cafe appears before us like a cookie inspiration from the Cinco de Mayo gods! (Apparently there is a same name/totally different restaurant in AZ and CT too). Meanwhile, I was cookie-fying some book designs for a wedding in August and thought I’d raise the bar to include a literary reference (hmmm. more like belly up to…). And so, I present my take on Cinco de Mayo 2015. May your day be “the whole enchilada!”
To Kill A Mockingbird