Everyone has stories from their youth that make you both laugh and cringe at the same time. To this day, my brother, Steven and I argue over the dreaded green cookie. He says he tried to warn me the green was not frosting. I contend he handed it to me with a smile. Regardless, the green cookie got eaten and I lived to tell about it.
So many stories from our time in that little white cape, with the black shutters. Like a Celtic knot, the stories are woven into the fabric of who we are and where we came from. They interlock and weave to create a beautiful masterpiece, unique yet common. Everyone has a story to tell, if you just take the time to listen.
This little blog of mine aims to create 52 unique pieces in 52 weeks, using 52 inspirations from my life and blogging about them, telling their story and explaining why I chose the medium, typeface etc. I hope to incorporate my love for lettering, drawing, repurposed, recycled materials and antiques. If you see something you like, let me know. I’m happy to creates a piece that tells YOUR story.
I encourage you, dear reader, to share your stories and to listen to others’. You might, then understand a seemingly random aversion to green frosted cookies.
1 thought on “The Green Cookie”
You are uniquely talented, gifted with seemingly endless energy and compassion. That said, you are a horrible judge of cookies and you really should listen to your big brother. Love you!