Friday, June 3, 2011
Fisher Price Little People Don't Drink Wine
I did not take into full consideration creative stagnation and wine impediment when I made a commitment to write in this blog every day for a year. Kind of like I didn't take into full consideration taking 21 semester hours would have on my ability to have fun during my 3 1/2 years of college. I listen to Joe's EIU stories and I still can't believe we attended the same university. There are bars I never went to and parts of town I never visited. Yet Joe has no idea of what the names are for most of the actual buildings on campus. I guess we can call it a wash.
As I'm hoping a funny little photo will garner some forgiveness for editorial shortcomings, I dug up a picture I shot a few weeks ago. Look at those Mona Lisa-esque smiles on those suckers. What do they know that we don't? What kind of clarity have they found in their world of armless existence?
I meant this picture to be used with the not-yet-written entry on my fascination (dare I say obsession?) with vintage Fisher Price Little People. Until then, you'll have to use your own powers of reasoning (with or without wine) to figure out why I have a vast collection of 30-year-old chokables in a house full of children.
If you have a good guess, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or feel free to comment. The first correct answer will receive one of my duplicate and probably chewed-up Little People. I'll soak it in rubbing alcohol before dropping it in the post.