Kawaii - defined as cute or adorable. It's Japanese.
In the spirit of "forever young".
For the past while I have been obsessed with making these necklaces and, as well, turning pop culture icons into mardi gras type baubles that bubble over with fun, pink, and all things yummy - like wearing a birthday party!
Why, you may ask, am I turning to this in my 59th year? It seems pretty childish. Smiles that can be touched, worn and remembered, seem invaluable to me. Sooooo, I'm making smiles.
It took me years to find my inner PINK. And many thanks to Robert for encouraging me to do so, although in the end it was too much for him. Actually, me too...
Apparently, growing up is NOT a linear process!
Not gold, silver or diamonds.
Kawaii - the cutest and most adorable is yet to come!
Friday, February 22, 2013
MY LITTLE PONY
In August of 2009, I began to collect My Little Pony (MLP) - a whim precipitated by an infatuation with the plastic toys being put out by Kid Robot.
The ponies reminded me of the pretty plastic toys I had purchased for my niece.
The first couple of boxes arrived, without much notice, and sat piled up in the corridor of the already too small, but lovely, lakeside condo.
A friend passed along a notice for an art gallery exhibit of MLP redesigned by local artists. Coincidence? My curiosity grew. As they say, "timing..."
And so on-and-on the story goes… Once I was 10 years old, and wanted a pony. Who didn’t?
That these have now found their way back to me is sure proof that they, indeed, belong to me, as I belonged to that particular time.
(I B E L O N G E D S O M E W H E R E ) - no wonder they are so precious.
Little jewels of bubblegum colour, the glitter of symbols, coloured saran hair, the baby powder scent of plastic, evidence of a girls culture that I had paid no heed to, and that was so much under appreciated in times of that fostered modern vision of the “Strong” Woman.
The years have gone by and I am proud to say that I am strong Woman, and I collect MLP.
So, here they are, symbols shining with the magic only the very young may possess, a gift of love, I am thankful to remember, My Little Pony.
The ponies reminded me of the pretty plastic toys I had purchased for my niece.
The first couple of boxes arrived, without much notice, and sat piled up in the corridor of the already too small, but lovely, lakeside condo.
A friend passed along a notice for an art gallery exhibit of MLP redesigned by local artists. Coincidence? My curiosity grew. As they say, "timing..."
And so on-and-on the story goes… Once I was 10 years old, and wanted a pony. Who didn’t?
That these have now found their way back to me is sure proof that they, indeed, belong to me, as I belonged to that particular time.
(I B E L O N G E D S O M E W H E R E ) - no wonder they are so precious.
Little jewels of bubblegum colour, the glitter of symbols, coloured saran hair, the baby powder scent of plastic, evidence of a girls culture that I had paid no heed to, and that was so much under appreciated in times of that fostered modern vision of the “Strong” Woman.
The years have gone by and I am proud to say that I am strong Woman, and I collect MLP.
So, here they are, symbols shining with the magic only the very young may possess, a gift of love, I am thankful to remember, My Little Pony.
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