Sorry, I didn't see you there.
I was busy sprinkling glitter on this PVC pipe for
starting Monday, July 23rd,
and featuring inspiration from my favorite treasure trove of
glam and sparkle,
If you haven't declared your intentions, you still have a whole weekend
to get some starfish and plastic gems and show us how dangerous
you can be with a glue gun!
So last night at dinner, in the glow of Fairy Fantasy Goodness,
the Minions were chattering about doing one more centerpiece,
and it was going to be a tribute to their childhoods.
I was shooed from the dining room,
and my camera was confiscated,
while toys galore appeared.
You get extra points if you can name everything.
It will mean you're either a child of the two decades,
you've had a child in the last two decades,
or you're just weirdly cool.
Either way, this is nowhere near all the plastic joy the kids have saved,
but this is what came down to participate.
If there are any plumbing problems, we're covered.
I suspect metaphors will be mixed generously.
Like when the Ham Hams and Spiderman took up residence in the Fischer Price dollhouse.
I'm gonna get a Crystal Light Mojito and just let this madness ensue.
Do it up, Coach Z.
Did I really buy all of this?
Before the laptop and I slunk upstairs leaving the evil toy team to
their own devices, I reminded them of a few things.
A flat basket full of toys with some dinky candles isn't a centerpiece.
It a lighted stash fire hazard.
Grouping for impact and adding varying heights would draw attention
to where you want the eye to go.
Do something with this.
I'm leaving now.
And it had better not look like a pop culture marshmallow roast when you're done,
or I'm posting that laundry folding tutorial I've had saved in drafts for an emergency.
When the camera was dropped off in my room around 10:00,
here's what was on it.
We have Hamsters Under Glass as an appetizer.
Carefully guarded by this guy.
Who is this guy?
Which one of you even owns this guy?
The good guys are protected by a bell jar force field.
Hello Kitty is standing sentry.
Don't mind the fish.
They're all just salt and pepper shakers.
They kept trying to get shots of Sonic, but he's pretty fast.
Homestar Runner is now displayed in tube form.
Well this isn't going to get us in Better Homes.
At least they won't escape with Godzilla and company barring the entrance.
We have the evil Empire posted across the way, surrounding a lovely
Tahitian Vanilla pillar.
Menacing, with a delightfully relaxing aromatherapy benefit.
I seem to remember Thor and Iron Man being a lot more cut.
Sorry, did I say that?
Must be the hormones.
I may have to break out great grandma's china to go with this one.
Honey, where's the Waterford packed?
Thank you for tolerating our tablescaping escapades. You asked for it,
and have no one to blame but yourselves.
Now as an added bonus, please enjoy the following video
of us drugging our cats on a weekday afternoon, and be happy I shaved my legs.