Thank you to my trusty assistants Emily and Gillian.
Along the misty coast line of northern California, magnificent redwood trees tower majestically, the eery silence and fresh scents tickling the imagination to recall earlier times when humankind was but a tiny speck in a lush landscape.
I can fit in a tree.
And on a tree.
And through a tree.
North of the olive groves of Orland, California, the landscape turns hot and dry.
A brave traveler can climb down into the caves of Lava Beds National Monument. From 90 degrees Fahrenheit on the surface down, down into the damp darkness.
I can fit in there.
And guess what? I just took a crash course in Photoshop, so I can also fit in there.
I can fit everywhere!
And not just any cupcake… a cupcake car! Sadly, I did not get to cruise around in a cupcake. I’m sure there’s a waiting list to be staff.
I am now a Maker Faire fanatic. And a cupcake car fan. Extra special thanks to the guy at Acme Muffineering who let me get in one despite the Staff Only rules. I’m pretty sure he paid for his kindness by having to fend off 50 children after I jumped out. Here are some cupcakes in action.
And here is something else cool we saw. A giant silent robot pod.
The Back Story:
Late one night in the parking garage of a theater where I used to work, I saw The Angel Chair sitting in the corner near a maintenance closet. It was inexplicably weird — so bright, so green, so covered in creepy angels. In an uncontrollable fit of greed I stole the chair, smuggling it out in the back seat covered with a blanket. The next day, overcome with guilt (imagining the grief someone must be feeling due to its sudden disappearance), I returned with the abducted cathedra. I confessed what I had done to the man in the pay booth. He said they have a bunch of chairs for the valet parking attendants and that no one probably even noticed and this is not a chair of any special importance (NOT SPECIAL?!?) He said I could have it so I took it home again, this time with a clear conscience.
Who made The Angel Chair? Is the project finished? There are empty spaces that could fit a few more cherubic faces or stylized fruits. Is it intentionally ugly or is this an expression of the artist’s true aesthetic? Is the smattering of silver glitter supposed to be ironic?
There were chips in the paint and some of the stickers, excuse me appliques, were peeling off. Also whoever crafted this glorious example of Decoupage had neglected to the bottom rungs. So I painted the bottom in my favorite electric blue, re-glued the loose angels, and covered the whole thing in several coats of indestructible polyurethane so that The Angel Chair can survive a zombie &/or nuclear holocaust and beyond into eternity for the enjoyment of any remaining humans or cockroaches.
The Angel Chair really creeps out My Man. In fact he calls it The Punishment Chair, which isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds. I used to keep the chair in my little office and whenever we had to discuss finances or bills or something stressfully marital that is where he sat. Hence the punishment.
Now The Angel Chair has a prominent place in the entryway and LUCKY US we get to look at it EVERY DAY whenever we want to use the door. Yay!!!
I know, I know. I was going to wait until I’d been at my new job a little longer lest my new colleagues discover my very special hobby. But what’s the point of an office door if not to keep people from seeing what I’m doing in here?
Make way file folders. Let’s get organized!
It was a dark damp day, rain dripping through the redwood canopy, the top of towering Castle Rock disappearing into the fog.
Okay, so technically I climbed into a boulder near Castle Rock.
The Saratoga Gap Trail in Castle Rock State Park is my new favorite hike. (Of course I am partial to anything with my name in it.) I look forward to returning when it’s a bit warmer.
Remember, when frolicking in the wilderness, be careful where you lunch.