The idea was that we'd all come over with shoeboxes and random art supplies and then we'd make bad diorama art. Since my friend's 9 year-old nephew was going to be in attendance, it was going to be a kid-friendly event, consequently Daisy was encouraged to come along.
Daisy and I scoured our house beforehand, looking for good diorama fixin's. The pickings were slim but eventually we gathered the following supplies:
- marshmallows
- cheap mardi-gras style necklaces (thank God I showed my tits all those times)
- Peeps
- rotini pasta
- small pebbles
- twine
- jewel stickers
Naturally with all the Peeps, and the ability to cut/insert them, my first inclination was to make some sort of Peep massacre scene. I was on the verge of tearing the head off my first Peep when a rare bit of parenting concern came over me and I realized that perhaps a more wholesome diorama would be more appropriate for a kid-friendly event. I gritted my teeth and decided to go for camp instead of violence.
So, I made a Peep disco party instead. I covered a marshmallow with jewel stickers for a disco ball and hung it from the top of the shoebox. I stuck a bunch of Peep and marshmallow-rotini people on the dance floor, and dangled strands of mardi-gras necklaces along the front of the diorama. It was all festive and crap.
Daisy had made her diorama rather quickly and then darted out to go have a squirt gun fight with the other 9 year-old. I didn't get a chance to see what she had done since I was focusing intently on my dance party.
Meanwhile, I did chat with some of the other guests. Nobody in this particular social circle had any kids, so I was a bit of an anomaly with my child there. A group of women asked me a few questions about parenting, including whether or not it was a struggle to be a positive role model for my daughter.
"Well," I started, "I'm probably really not a very good role model, but I suppose I do try. I mean my inclination tonight was to make a dark and cynical diorama, but not wanting to freak out Daisy, I chose to make a lighter one instead."
Right around then Daisy skipped back into the room.
"Daisy, what's your diorama about?" I asked loudly, so that she'd share it with everyone.
"I made a Peep death scene," she said cheerfully.
Damn. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?
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Good girl.
Yeah, that's my girl.
Pictures please
You know, I was going to take a picture and post it, but then I couldn't find the camera, and then it wasn't charged and I couldn't find the charger, and then I just kind of lost interest. Truly a loss for all humankind
Seriously? This is your real life?
Wish I had that much fun once a century... or maybe it's funnier from the outside?
Ms PhD, which part seems weird? That Daisy made a Peep death scene or that one of my friends organizes Bad Art nights?
This makes me unreasonably happy. Specifically Daisy's diorama, but also, and soon-to-be-replicated, Bad Art Night! WOO HOO!
Tasty! You're going to do a Bad Art Night? That's awesome.
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